Eternal autumn

Earth,
wrapped in eternal autumn
decays, all that grows, all
that is built, is on the road
to oblivion
falling to the soil
nourishing the seeds of
futures yet unbuilt
for what is autumn
but a distant relative to
spring.

Author: Andrew Mackay

Poet, writer, anti-authoritarian, believer in the power of nonviolent struggle.

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