I saw your handprint in the snow on the gate to the churchyard
I followed your footprints on the path
Under the yew I saw a frozen dewdrop spider's web
And percolating through the boughs and branches
A thousand syllables of silver bird song.
Through the blankets of the falling snow
Like a single zero on a blank page
I saw a wreath upon your grave.
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