Scattering ashes

the dim roses were carmined with blood

as they lay on the light-dark cinders.

the snow-stained earth got them both

in the first part of the day, quiet yet for a periodic cry

of the crematorium feline

the air was excessively cold for the fragrance to infiltrate,

furthermore, an intermittent snowflake whirlwind

project little parts over

the red-dark resting place

unsheltered from the sun, wind, downpour, and snow

the blossoms and cinders lay uncovered together

also, just the name stays as a marker

dry as a desert you lie there,

cold as the snow covering a mountain top,

furthermore, just the delicate excellence of residue

stays for a short time frame

before the breezes dissipate it,

the downpours wash it away,

the sun dries it out

also, the timeless ice

covers it