The asphalt drive has buckled , grass protrudes from its aged surface ..
Bare hardwoods and cold rain take their toll , a glimpse of Spring followed by utter frigidity .. 'Tis Winter without pity ..
What images did garnish the memory of forefathers , days devoid of sunbeam and the unkept promise of rainbows , graves in disrepair , markers decapitated and forgotten .. Barren testaments in quiet , pitiful repose ..Their plight made public against the sun lit gray of cold season ******* , for which I am all to aware on this day of the forlorn , my disease of mind in full aggression , seeking thoughts of childhood , mired in mortal redress ..