Life's Winter Frame
Frozen air and frost gripping the ground
within the mystique mask of twilight,
bring together in seamless proximity
the living and the dead.
They meet at the edge of time,
the identities dissolve in seizing silence
of the graveyard in wasteland reclaimed,
all enclosed within life’s winter frame.
Defoliated trees wrapped in dismal grief,
stand static as shadowless sentinels,
lest those lying beneath the cold stones
fly away with the northern wind.
The lonesome bouquet laced with love
lays the frozen fragrance of remembrance,
enticing the defrosted soul to rise someday,
hold the living in warm embrace.
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June 17, 2022
For A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Contest
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