Winter

The wind falls apart,

breathing life into the dead and deceased.

Silence, perpetuated harmony,

faint whispers, of the coming storm.

The footfalls, among the wreath.

Stillness, disturbed.

Its beauty, eternal.

Loss, grief, and forgivness.

One day this all shall end.

Float into space,and leave merely a shadow.

A shadow, among the meadows,

As winter drowns us in its veil,

And sparks of life fade away, but memories remain.

Life, comes to an end,

as darkness, engulfs us.