The Seasons

April 17, 2012
green, pink, yellow, white
the dead season itself dies;
life bursts, life returns

intense warmth engulfs
earth ends and hell begins here;
corrupted by sun

the hearth absconds us
reaping the kin of orchards
prepare for death's chill

the patient bearers
awaiting resurrection;
a white pall shrouds worlds

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