The crow on the branch, a sidewards glance,
Each winters morning, a hypnotic trance.
With a backdrop of grey, wind whipping each tree,
Each furtive glimpse, tranquility….
As I sit at work and think of spring,
The warmer days and the hikes it will bring,
I dream of the trail and not of the cold,
Leaves on the trees, a scene to behold,
I know that day will be here, no time to lament,
Of harsh winter nights, awaitng springs soft sweet scent.
“Tombstones covered the dale, the smooth marble surfaces bright. She had spent days here as a teenager, though not out of any awareness of mortality. Like every adolescent, she intended to live forever.”
“Live life with grace, there is no return from the grave.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita
I had some time again before my daughters hcokey game so I ventured across the steet to this small cemetery and took these pictures.