December now, freeze-dried leaves
a crunch of corpses, the smell of glad
cremation hung on the wind
like deliverance
Hacked limbs, stacked tall,
awaiting benediction, and air,
biting, crisp...
Fortissimo skies of fall change key
to one-note grey
Now, snow.
Numbed toes.
Blazing hearths and cognacs
clinking, hours gone by
at the speed of light
Last of the embers stirred, a hiss
of cinders, glowing...
Opened doors lay golden shafts,
explain the way for unsure
feet, and voices travel far
and fleet on stark acoustics
of white and night
--Jo VonBargen 2011
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