The rustle of grief.

Leaves like ashes

set the place of remembrance

circling the losses

whose headstones cast shadows

on hopes and dreams

of a summer turned winter.

Autumn came early

and left just as fast.

The now fleeting light casts a chill

while still supporting the little life that remains.

Shadows and rustling

illuminate a beauty

that can only be seen in the right light.

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