Inconvenient

I walked this way in winter, when the snow
fell soft as angel feathers on a road
now melting in the heat. I could not know
with certainty how blizzards might yet bode
for summer, but trusted in the season's
turn, despite pseudo-scientific claims
of climate change made by those with reasons
to promote a climate based on mind games
and base fear. Truth is inconvenient
when wading ankle deep in arctic melt:
a graphic PowerPoint ingredient
that fits one set of facts and is heartfelt.
This path was slow carved by glaciation;
asphalt as thin as civilisation.