to season’s resurrection. |
airy rainbows that blush praises |
bright flowers unfold petal gowns |
spring's touch transforms simple dirt |
Like the press of fairytale’s kiss |
soil parts before fingers of green. |
Swaddled in sunshine’s cradle |
bury an acorn headstone. |
squirrels with paws clasped in prayer |
Caretakers of silent forest |
beauty disguises mass graves. |
and embellished by fresh snow-lace |
caged in ice |
as sealed catacombs |
Silent tomb of frigid earth |
into the crypt of winter. |
mute reminder of fall’s decay |
A layer of shriveled corpses |
shake loose from their trapped torment. |
blood from wounded brow |
scarlet leaves |
spindly branches |
frail wood and dry |
Stretched upon a crucifix |