| 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 |