95 – A Summer Parting

Poem number 95
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A Summer Parting
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I was born in sight of Christmas
On November’s dying breath
With the lunchtime rain forgotten.
Time has passed.
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When I die it will be summer
With the sky a cobalt blue
And the butterflies alighting
On the grass.
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My eyes will fade through blues and greens
To settle on your gentle gaze
And then close in the warmth of our sun
Your tears like glass.

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