Death Nesting - Mourning An October Morning

On a chilly October morning, The fires lit in the hearth of the home, All have gathered by bedside in mourning, To witness the breath leaving and her spirit guided home. Lay her down, her work is done, the night has ended, the road is one. Her name will rise where the cold wind sings, in every leaf, her spirit clings. The window fogs with silence, the clock forgets to chime. Hands are held like lanterns, as she steps outside of time. Lay her down, her work is done, the night has ended, the road is one. Her name will rise where the wild wind blows, in every root, her memory grows. The cedar bows in reverence, the ground receives her frame. Every tear that falls tonight will bloom tomorrow in her name. Lay her down, her work is done, the night has broken, the dawn has come. Her name will rise where the wild seeds fall, in every heart, she lives in all. On a chilly October morning, her breath became the air. We whispered her name like prayer, As the silence held us in its care…