morning crows taunt the living and frail
winter half moon night has taken its share
after dawn
flesh against leaves
learning to feel
soot and soil blackened fingertips scavenge
dredging dead matter winter surface
next door the cigarette smoke fills paradise
the colours of summer on winter flower
winter dawn
the grey fades into
nothingness
something to say mynah hops to the gate
burying flowers seven feet under winter
