The White and Greys

A visit to the cemetery on a winter day,
Snow coming down shades of white and grey,
Most headstones are almost completely covered,
Hidden until mid-spring to be rediscovered-
By the first warm rays of the reborn April sun,
The headstones slowly uncovered one by one,
The flowers raise their heads –
From under the melting snow,
Yellows reds and purple a rainbow of colors show,
A celebration of spring and rebirth indeed,
Between the stones, alive came sprouting a seed,
For life continues on it’s the nature of the beast,
We go on except the ones that have ceased,
Until our turn comes to join the whites and greys,
Under the stones till the end of days,

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