The Last Season


Now is the time of the end of the world,

Time for the end of autumn leaves

Falling to the ground for the last time,

A time of dryness, a time to pray for rain

That will fall on empty city streets,

Concrete made from clay and rocks to its own stone.

 

Time to walk the earth

And wait until the concrete cracks.

It will crack in the rain

And bleed mud.

 

Time will tell all, for time is faithful,

Time to sleep the bitter winter

Waiting in the darkness,

Waiting in caves, keeping the fires lit,

Coughing through persistent smoke,

Hardly daring to hope for the sun and the moon

And birdsong.

 

The concrete is cracking,

It is only the process that is ugly.

- Sally Clay
Mother Earth Spiritual Camp
Thursday, October 10, 1991


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