There are quite a few Emily Dickinson poems you could read (or wilfully misread) in the context of climate change.
“Did we abolish Frost
The summer would not cease --
If Seasons perish or prevail
Is optional with Us --”
And:
“I cannot meet the Spring unmoved --
I feel the old desire --
A Hurry with a lingering, mixed,
A Warrant to be fair --
A competition in my sense
With something hid in Her --
And as she vanishes, Remorse
I saw no more of Her.”
And surely:
“The sun retired to a cloud
A woman’s shawl as big --
And then he sulked in mercury
Upon a scarlet log --
The drops on Nature’s forehead stood
Home flew the loaded bees --
The South unrolled a purple fan
And handed to the trees.”
This is not an exhaustive list.