Fed by Decay

Season of death you come once more,
To bring the chill wind,
That calls the birds away,
To some more temperate shore.

Trees like claws,
Caught like marionettes,
In still frames, a moment trapped,
Cries held, behind glass doors.

Life, sleeping beneath the earth,
Held gently, waiting,
As all drifts away,
To bring rebirth.

Yet peace I feel,
Falling into my open heart like snowflakes,
Making small streams of hope,
Then rivers that heal.

For all must fall away,
New life to bring,
To call the Spring,
Fed by decay.