Variant Seasons
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Variant Seasons
David J Walker
I
Indecision has never been
my intention
My lifes work summed up in
short sentences
I greet the morning sun
head-on
and about-face to the west as if
it might be the last
it might have been the best
but I don’t know
and may never know the rest of
the variant seasons
II
I have time yet to grow older
Gravity takes its toll
Words become bolder and gardens
yet to harvest need water
there is yet another summer
Autumn has placed its order
Winter bivouacs in Northern quarters
Spring is the thing in doubt
Copyright © David Walker | Year Posted 2022
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