Consumed Life's Winter Frame

Frozen sky and frost fastened ground In the mystique mask of departing light They meet in the abode of those departed. The identities dissolve in inseparable oneness Bringing together in seamless proximity The living and the dead In gripping stillness and in deafening silence In fading light and in gloomy desolateness Of the graveyard in the wasteland reclaimed All engraved in the consumed life’s winter frame. Defoliated trees clad in somber grief Stand static as the shadowless sentinels Lest those lying beneath the stones resurrect And fly away with the northern wind. The children of the past born under the sun Left behind the warmth in the distant hearts When time came to find a place within the earth. The lonesome bouquet laced with love not yet dead Carries the frozen fragrance of remembrance. The defrosted soul may rise someday as mist Enwrap the lives enfolded within despair Of the cold embrace of the dried drops of tear. Written : September 16, 2017 April 24, 2020 Contest : Strand Pick D, Any Theme, Any Form Sponsor : Brian Strand