The season completes.
A lifetime passes in a day
and is swallowed by unforgiving ground.
What was warm and hopeful is now cold and gone.
Embers covered in ash.
Friends and family gather to fan the flames.
Colors fade in the tattered photographs
as do our memories.
Awkward greetings and obtuse angles.
Shoes are shined below starched collars.
As the familiar challenges the unfamiliar
and the limits of our imagination are pressed.
We all stop to listen
as a baby cries out.