Another stick in the wall...
Into the pink Autumn void
do we wake or sleep
a continuum of decision
into which the last light is enjoyed
to the fullest, poplars eminence
standing proudly before battle commences
Winter's advance will gain territory
without so much as our dependence
like a wave, unfurling the fall
a compassionate gesture of defiance
or is it cooperative goodwill -
just another stick in the wall...