Graveyard In Winter

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,

Laughter, fun,

I’m warmed by their enthusiasm,

As I wander down this path of conclusions.

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