Green left weekly published my poem – Winter is near, from my new poetry book RISE,
WINTER IS NEAR
The winter of humankind draws near Science has spoken in alarm The day may be warm, unseasonal Land whips at our faces Too spoiled to take root For all the rot we fed it The well of life ran dry As the last drop fell from our swollen lips Our gods of gold had fallen short Adorned in accolades we buried them too
Perhaps one day another kind Will unveil our bones of mystery On what was once such fertile ground Should they enquire How we never grew to regard our limits To value the welfare of life and land There remains of course one moment left One movement to change the trajectory Write a new chapter To mark a start not the finale