after changes upon changes, we are more than less...

the summer
sun has set...
threats of
darkness,
consuming...

autumn leaves
fill the graves...
cover the
wounds,
to hide the
hurt...

winter nights
bring a
full moon...
shedding light
on the dead,
a cool breeze,
breathing life
into the lost...

there may
be a chance
to see the
spring
in bloom...