Global Warming; Local Cooling

All the sweat
All the tears
(Some blood, too)
The self-doubts
The condescension of others
The eternal search for money
The scrounging, the penny-pinching
The ranting at goatherds
The chasing of thieves
All that we did
All that we did without

Seems worthwhile now
Now that the temperature
In the little wood on our hillside
(Dare I call it a forest in the making?)
Is a good five degrees lower than
That on the road
Fifty metres down from our house