A New DayDeath & Loss

A New Day.

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What do we do, come that day,
when walk we must through vacant streets,
when frore and tremulous become the nights,
and windowpanes with autumn’s dew weep?

What do we do, come that day,
when summertide flees from bitter air’s chase,
when even the trees forsake their leaves,
And swallows depart to a fitter place?

For that day has come,

and now we weep,

as the earth reclaims another,

their souls now sleep.

But come winter’s call new snow will fall,
then autumn’s death will be entombed.
And as morning rays gleam through curtain seams,
New seedlings in our hearts will bloom.

Then we will know that a new day has come. 

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This Poem is Dedicated to the Memory of Rhonda Elkins and her daughter, Kaitlyn.

Categories: Death & Loss, Life & Love, Poetry by Phoebe

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  7. I’m not familiar with how Flickr works, so I couldn’t comment there, but I really like the sketch you call “A Father”. It’s very well done. I guess I’ll have to educate myself on the Flickr process.

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  8. You stole my heart with,

    “when summertide flees from bitter air’s chase,
    when even the trees forsake their leaves,
    And swallows depart to a fitter place?

    With words like these, this page has become
    A dangerous place for me.

    But I love it too much to quit. Read you later.

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