The Mourn

Twirling like a ballerina
Leaves fall at season’s end
With happiness too.

Snow silences the noise
White graces the dirt
And the sacrifice.

Animals fight to live
Houses beg for heat
While singers praise a silent night.

Now only the shadows
And life’s peaceful sleep
Grace the eyes of the mourn.

One hundred twenty days to count
As darkness has the time
Before Spring brings back a say-

Life remembered again
Year over year
Smile over tears.

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