The Snow Fell on the Morning of the Funeral

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem I began to compose the day of a family members funeral earlier this year.

Submitted: June 04, 2010

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Submitted: June 04, 2010

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The wind
 
The snow fell on the morning of the funeral.
It covered the ground as if freezing time.
The tears of sadness of souls lost
swept with the wind turning sorrow to ice.
 
The sun burst through as we arrived at the funeral.
A light of hope in our heavy hearts.
As the coffin was lifted the breeze grew stronger
making our bodies numb.
 
The wind blew at the burial.
It blew the snow across my face.
With every breath my lungs were filled with the cold air
and its chill gave the sense of burning pain that I needed to feel alive.
 
The sky was warm and dark after the funeral.
It blanketed the evening walk with promise of an uncertain future.
The horses were standing in line to greet us
knowingly staring with thoughtful grace.
 
Soon after, the snow came once more.
This time; severe, freshly covering the white ground.
As it fell upon me I felt a raw grief
and the wind transported it into the air and towards the sun.
And I felt hope at last.


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