We let Autumn
take the rainbow,
take the sky,
silence the cries.
We let our children
uncover secrets
buried under the leaves
we left behind.
Spun like a spider,
hid like a viper,
we left our hardness
to rust and linger.
I think we hoped
that time would soften
what we could not withstand.
Never in the year
does the timeline yield.
Never in our lives
does the reaper wait.
Never in our lives
will we see respite
because the past
is a wolf
and the future
is hungry.
Harvest time.
Better get the good
that you fostered,
that you nurtured,
that you loved,
that you worked for,
that you built.
All that you eat
is the meat
that you hunted,
because the feast will go
to those who confronted.
We let Autumn come again
and we said we’d do better this year.
We lied to the little ones.
We hid from ourselves again.
We know that the Judgement comes,
with our last breaths we’ll linger in
all things left undone,
Hell is our own creation.
Winter will come soon.
I hope that you’ve laid up stores.
We love each other so,
but each of us fights a war.
There’s so much here at stake.
We all sing the same refrain;
the time for love has come and gone,
it’s harvest time again.
-HG
