A Painted Death
Blow away, go on now;
Stir up the air, color it for me.
Lovely reds, bright yellows,vivid oranges,
and deathly browns color the ground.
Use them as your paints, color the air.
Paint my canvas for me, my time is near.
A chilly breath, breaths down my back.
One last gust of colors swirl around,
before a eager chill erases the canvas again.
My lovely reds, bright yellows, vivid oranges,
even the deathly browns gone from my site.
Buried in the white grave.