Horizon Poem by Darlan M Cunha

Autumn - the season we fear
and that the hair denounces, it arrived,
this visit came without much fanfare.

For many, entering this stage of life
is conflicted, concepts are untied,
but there are many sources
many bridges in the world, laughs
or we would not be an animal species,
even vegetable or mineral inert.

It rains, the waters of March are there
at everyone's door, I will look for who
don't bring me the past, if not the future.