I come in Time and for Certitude.

           I come, in  time  and for  certitude.

     In times of  duress  and ignorance,

     You  are by  yourself in the garden,

     The  buds asleep in their

     cosy chambers .  Doubling  season pats on them.

      In  Wintry bed  the  seed crackling

    You see only in imagination ,yet

    The biting  cold sparing  none.

    Yet, come  as I  from  old,

    Or  era of  Golden  prosperity,

    Tapping  the  pyramids or talking 

    With the  sleeping  souls, resting;

    Perhaps  for  next  birth and  birthing.

    I  see the wood  and waste,

    Beast  and bestial,

   The  river  glideth,duty  bound,

   bank sings  along  the brooding

  crane   and  cawing   bird.    

  Unfailing,  I come from out

  The heart of  summer’s Joy.