Snowfall in the Cemetery The flurry subsides; a delicate alabaster blanket spreads over the field of finality. Moonbeams dance across the graves, the silence as pristine as their snow-white hue. A gentle winter breeze dances among the tombstones like a spectral coryphee. There is tranquility on this side of the veil; yet, in the quietContinue reading “The muse strikes…”
Dancing Among the Remains 