Arrival

Last month, I saw skeletons remembering once what was in disciplined arrays of crafted rows and columns the ghoulish branches were some of us decaying in trenches Winds are noisy if you know how to listen they were chattering about the scents of almonds and cherry When I went back today morning sky was the usual murky but the pink stood out specks of colors in the gray You called me Lazarus my breath etched a doodle in the departing fog I knew you were near my lips remembered the taste of you

My beloved spring