The autumn of our Life

VOLCANIC ROCKS REST ALREADY MILLIONS OF YEARS
AND ARE SCATTERED ON OUR EMPTY FIELDS;
IF THE MIGRANT BIRDS LAND THERE FOR A MOMENT,
THEY IMMEDIETELY TAKE-OFF
AND FLY AWAY AS IF FROM MISFORTUNE.

IT IS NO WONDER -
AS THESE REMAIN THE CHARRED FIELDS
OF OUR CHILDHOOD,
ON WHICH PATHS OF DRY EARTH CROSSED
AND DUSTED OUR ADULTHOOD
WHILE WE GATHERED AND PILED HEAPS OF STRAW
TO BURN FOR HEATING OUR AGEING BODIES.

WE ARE NOW IN THE AUTOMN OF OUR LIFE
MOVING TOWARDS THE ETERNAL WINTER NIGHTS.