Winter sorrows

The year died in red and gold.

The earth lies still, bare and cold,

Shrouded in the snow.

Its voices silenced,

The birds gone,

Trees stark and black.

Your life died in pain and grief.

You lie still, cold and stiff,

Shrouded in a sheet.

Your voice silenced,

Your life gone,

Mine stark and bleak.

Beneath the snow, roots are alive.

Beneath the snow, life will survive,

And will return with the Sun.

Shoots will grow,

Birds will return,

Trees will be clothed in green.

You are dead.

You will not return.

I am alone to face spring.