silent pulse

that silent pulse of dew that flows all these months long
now turned to frost embarks you on a flight
downward spiraling weighted fell
upon a carpet made of white
still you lie in colors all aglow
for you beneath the snow will see your skyward home
in earthy tones until you decompose
to live again in nurturing microspecs
ancestral gift
tomorrow's light to find
or bind release to life again

~Elsa (my wife)