Snow sways softly down from darkened
Sky consumed
By ashen clouds
And lands        collected         with its others

Touching, holding, kissing, loving, ‘till

They all           melt                 together                       Becoming One

Silent; bliss
On what used to be a
Green, green, grass covered hill,
But now is

Cold and

Dead

From

Winter’s grasp and morning dew, now
Frozen like      a

Diamond
To the                          bright              red
Petal of a

Chrysanthemum

Reminds me that
My
Tears have long since
Melted

From
My hands pressed to my face
Where you held

Me                             And

Kissed

Me

For

The

Last

Time.