Beauty of Death
Cold winds of October chill to
the bone. Creatures
of the grass scurry for shelter
beneath the falling leaves,
safe from cold fingers, huddled
within fall’s home.
The red and gold and brown sparkles
in the sun, kissed
by moist lips of dew, caressed
by each other, laying side
by side, over and under…beauty
of death begun.
As the sun bows below the horizon,
the red and orange
of a magnificent sky bids goodnight
to the last to
cling to the trees, enduring only
until sun rising.
Plastic bags and straw baskets
and white smoke trailing
into the overcast sky attend to
the dead. Beautiful and
quiet and reincarnated they swirl
above our head….
only for a moment do they fly….the
beauty of death
a last good-bye.
