Shortfall

[Johntee]

As night comes on the

Clouded blue loses glaze

Then Giants turned to stone

Stand arms akimbo, caught

In a splay of hands
So we shiver in a

A windless calm

An unstrung freeze

Has turbines stayed

Awaiting breeze while

Coal fired stations reprise
Their role to belch and burn

Megawatts of Ancient Days,
Smoke Stack Breath exhaled
To Smudge the chilling Skies

[RhymeLovingWriter]

Well...nothing's perfect, I guess. We keep trying.

This is the most artistic rendering of the struggle in this area that I've ever read...that's for sure. You've got a gift of painting pictures with words, Johntee.