Snowfall

Leaves rustle before the clouds settle in

Scraping against the concrete

Rolling and tumbling in a rhythmic fashion

Forced by the indecisive wind

To some unknown destination

Just traveling

 

When the grey has settled in above

Billowed to full volume

To the point that they should rupture

Split apart into some horrific storm

Snow gently begins to fall

 

The jaundiced husks slow on the pavement

Their rustling becomes gentler

Until they are covered

Consumed by the frost

And remain still

 

I always imagined this happening in the rain

The police passing us as we follow the family

Lights flashing sirens blaring

As they escort the hearse

To her resting place

But the imagination sometimes

Fails to cover everything

 

The headstones mimic the snow

Identical white marble

Staggered across the rolling hills

In a crosshatch pattern

Or the snow mimics them

Streaking across the windshield

In angry arching lines

Hypnotic

 

We carry her

To the shelter

And remove the white flowers

Pinned to our lapels

To place in the casket spray

Somehow the world has been coated in white

And it feels appropriate

04/10/2013

0224 am

Reviews

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I'm extremely sorry for your loss. I think this is one of the most beautiful poems that I've ever read. I could feel the weight of the moment as it unraveled, I could sense the purity of sentiments, the pain, and the atmosphere. This poem captures that sense of a blank pause with immensely vivid and compelling imagery. An intensely heartfelt piece of poetry. Unforgettable.