Faded ribbons hold tight to brittle wreaths.
The wind whips bitter cold emptiness
throughout the vast spray of headstones.
Stark granite catches the last glow of light
as day slips into night.
A dusting of snow refuses to settle down amongst the markers,
Skittering lightly across the frozen surface.
It spins a torrent twist toward the blackened sky
before battering into the polished rock
and dropping.
Shadows deepen,
Night darkens to black.
Names blur upon the rigid stone.
Frozen in time.
Forgotten by life.
City lights glisten through snow draped pines.
Laughter floats in upon the brisk ice wind.
The old year fades to new,
Time leaps forward everywhere
but here.
