The days are striding through spring
stepping clumsily through the temperatures
Dawn ascends brighter each breath
and languishes nightly in preparation
for the augmented hefts of summer sun.
The length of her inspirations dwindle
Seasons ahead of schedule.
She burrows deep under fleece-y blankets
shivering in the warmth of herald’s sun.
Her days grow fewer; enhanced silence.
Winter white she dissolves into the depths
The ombre of accepted death