Another Funeral

As the season changes

from old age to death,

white blankets come forth

bringing a new age,

a new birth.

 

I watch this transition

every year,

still,

with the same utter surprise.

 

I find myself

again

at this funeral

of seasons change.

Gazing in awe

as I am caught

between life and death.

 

 

 

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