Row of Rest

Such beauty lies on silent hills As snow trails turn around like mills Bare trees dance around in waves As dark clouds turn the town to caves A bridge far off comes into view As black birds hum to something new The sun struggles to paralyze As fog just seems to mesmerize Revealing century’s, stories untold But by their size you know there was gold Families reside in mansion paved with gray While others have down sized in another way Pale red flowers lay by one A note card to somebody’s son A light chill in the air at best This endless row of eternal rest. By: Sabina Nicole