Shroud

Shroud

A shroud of pure snow

over death’s inelegance.

Erasing decay.

Yesterday the predominant colors of the ground were brown, muddy rust and pale yellow, the colors of death and decay, of dead leaves, sleeping grass, and mud, typical of fall and early winter. Then it snowed last night. A full twelve inches, enough to hide all the signs of vile death that lay under.

I was glad for the cover of fresh snow over the dismal state of the ground. That was not a pretty sight. But then I remembered the whole cycle of life lesson, that the new leaves and buds of spring could not occur without the death and decay of leaves that had lived their lives, done what they were meant to do in this life, then continued their purpose after death, to nourish the soil and foster new life.

Then I remembered that this was true not just for leaves.