1946 Morning in Phoenix





Silent Spring, O Silent Spring,

Retain thy Advent in the wings.

The little Sleepers in the trees

Lift their tiny wings and sing.

     The birds of summer wake and sing.

     Shall I not rise, shall I not rise

     And walk about the city now

     As if my Love had perished not?

On Sunday last I did so walk

And heard her call, heard Charlotte call.

     I must leave Phoenix now.

     I must leave Phoenix now.


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poetvg's picture

I LOVE PHOENIX

Eric Cockrell's picture

very beautifully classic poem, wistful.... neatly wrapped. good writing. eric cockrell

Deborah Russell's picture

Very moving piece...I'm sure many heard the call. Thank you for posting.

Theresa Jodray's picture

Just beautiful!!

Theresa Jodray's picture

Just beautiful!!