I’m standing here on the frozen ground,
Of a graveyard overlooking the local park,
It’s February, it’s been snowing,
I capture the strangest photograph,
The living and the dead all at once,
Beginnings and endings in a single frame.
I see rows of neat gravestones where I stand,
And off in the distance I see children sledding,
Down the hills, full of joy and excitement,
I’m warmed by their enthusiasm,
As I wander down this path of conclusions.