Revelations
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Revelations
David J Walker
And now I know
The certainty
Of the coming
Of autumn
When these
young green leaves
must turn and fall
It is Spring
And I am thinking
Of last winter
And the cruel coldness
Of the winter to come
I am thinking of
Split logs burning to ash
As if funeral pyre
But it was the only way
We could stay
Warm
I am thinking of my father
Who passed
Ages ago
I wonder if he is thinking of me
As I dream of him
Silently saying
Privately conveying
The secretes awaiting
In Revelations
Copyright © David Walker | Year Posted 2022
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