Purgatory Chasm

The autumn leaves crinkle beneath my feet Their radiant colors dulled I see the reds and yellows as vibrant as they were The last time we came here together. I hold you in my hands, The way you held me when I was a child. Your urn jostles softly as I scale the cliff To our favorite spot. I open it up, and look at you one last time. Bits of bone sprinkled in the ash, Like the time we came here after the first snow fall, The defiant leaves of abundant autumn Refusing to be masked by light dusting. Off the tip of the rock, I turn the urn, You flow out over our favorite hike, As you would have wanted. We pass through this trail One last time.