April 2 : Winter

As you lay this body down,

down on cold hard forest ground–

split it open and salt inside,

cut out spots where demons hide.

Grind the bones to make your bread

and forget about your empty bed.

A wolf circles– your quiet crypt keeper

to greet this new death like winter’s Reaper.

Falling leaves will soon rot and yellow

as wind whips and your heart bellows.

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