Prophecy Poem by Barry Middleton

in the hot air of twilight
the news of calamity is great

silent attendants of death
come to reap their harvest

birds gather over the field
as harbingers of night

their restless undulations
flee the relentless wars

the sun shall kiss the earth
with the sacred fire of god

a baptism of sorts endures
a cleansing gift of universe

then spring descends again
on the scorched barren fields

a single seed blessed with grace
welcomes the flood of time