I 

A storm of white petals, 
Buds throwing open baby fists 
Into hands of broad flowers. 

II 

Red roses running upward, 
Clambering to the clutches of life 
Soaked in crimson. 

III 

Rabbles of tattered leaves 
Holding golden flimsy hopes 
Against the tramplings 
Into the pits and gullies. 

IV 

Hoarfrost and silence: 
Only the muffling 
Of winds dark and lonesome-- 
Great lullabies to the long sleepers.