death always fades

the autumn gusts and rain came in swiftly

with the ferocity

of a harsh winter storm

leaves thrashed all around

accumulating on the ground

like vast banks of snow

in a coloring book

filled with brightly painted hues

of rust crimson and gold

~

at once we sense the shifting winds

from the ocean

to the frigid heights

bitter grasp of daily frost

frozen river scarcely crossed

into the world unknown

where nameless stories

float adrift in blinding white

sheltered by ancient stones

~

soon will come that vernal sun

raising the dead

from an eternal slumber

warmth and rain will combine

as graceful rays intensely shine

on all the budding blooms

sprouting to life

harmony of chromatic vision

glowing under the crow moon