A Winters coat.
Joys of spring remembered,
the sun radiated truth,
fathers were heroes,
then one day,
the sun fell away,
homely fires turned to cold embers,
a mothers smile ceased,
and sons were no longer brothers.
Crows of blackness overhead,
midnight's hour slowly bled,
mournful thunder beyond,
ominous ripples on the millpond.
Footprints left in the dirt,
a soul carried away,
memories of a broken night,
faces turned from dusty mirrors,
to look upon lonely shadows,
prayers begged the mercy seat.
Shattered by loss,
a coat worn from winter leaves,
slowly falling away,
covering deaths shadow,
crossing fields of emptiness,
searching for the sun of Spring.
Through willow and birch trees,
visions of her,
rippling on fields of promise,
salvation would set grief free,
a better man would arrive tomorrow.
A winters coat finally shed,
memories of the dead remain,
Springs joy revisited,
beyond the broken night,
a father became a myth,
she burns the homely fires,
and a mother still lives,
glowing from the sun.
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