Momento Mori

Burnt-amber blossoms.
Wicked white winds.
Lights last lethargic lament.

Starving hands, Brittle fingers, grasping claws.
Reaching desperately for dawns last tears.
Feeling out for memories of warmth.
Recollections of a summer sapling.

Solemn wild cries,
darkening unfriendly skies.
Whispers of the untamed north,
carried on ominous breezes.

Times horizon casting sinister shadows.
Clocks slow march, rigid hands frozen.
Twilights tired tremulous treading.
Nature sings bitter sweet farewells.
Momento Mori.
Mother’s last missive…

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