Leaves and Stones

A chill autumn wind blows through the glade, sending rusting leaves tumbling over stern monuments of stone.

Names, etched, some long forgotten, some worn shallow by near constant rain, mark the passing of the ages.

People once. Mothers, fathers, daughters, sons. Cherished and embraced, celebrated, alone.

Dank and cold in the tear-stained loam, all vestiges of life long fled.

And yet, life remains.

Ephemeral and eternal.

Scattered yet resolute.

Endings and new beginnings.

Leaves and stones mark your final rest but precious memories lie forever in our hearts.

And, all the while, the seasons swirl on.