Death Is A Door Poem by Katie Evans

Death Is A Door

Rating: 5.0


Death is only an old door
Set in a garden wall;
On gentle hinges it gives, at dusk
When the thrushes call.
Along the linted are green leaves,
Beyond the light lies still;
Very willing and weary feet
Go over that sill.
There is nothing to trouble any heart;
Nothing to hurt at all.
Death is only a quiet door
In an old wall

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dave Walker 19 January 2012

A really beautiful poem.

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