the first leaves turned,


the ground is littered.


A summer without sun,

autumn in a two day ...


aah Beattie,

will your years


the memory of mine?


I can't see how our GrandChildren will ever be able to forgive us for the world their children will be born into. When they look back on us and see our hearts full of greed and our mouths full of platitudes about the necessity of "Economic Growth", they'll know we willingly sacrificed their world on the altar of our need to over consume in ours.

And we'll be worthy of their contempt.