For Will's Brother

The wind was so wild
that day, sending the leaves,
just yellow enough to be plucked
from their branches,
into an anxious waltz
against the backdrop of the yawning sky,
so very blue.

They rushed past us
with little consoling gestures,
(patting shoulders, ruffling hair)
and finally came to a reprieve
on the green accepting ground, there
where we buried you.