I stand under the cold December sky
and think of the stars it takes to make something like this
with the moon glowing high above the mountains
peaking down on the
trees that glitter at their frosted tips
I wiggle my toes on
the crunchy earth below my feet
watch the sparkle as the moon reflects
on dead grass and dead leaves
coated with stars and cold
and there is no denying its beauty
and yet . . .
death is not more alive this way
it is as if the funeral director has
merely painted the face of death
painted the faith of the dead
I relate with the beauty expressed of the winter night and the crisp feelings. Taking it to a comparison with a mortuary kind of scene seems more of a stark tangent than any kind of parallel. (Opinions being what they are... take it with a grain of salt which also sparkles as described.) Very beautiful discriptions are made in the first two stanzas.
Although both December and death may be cold I personally refuse to take winter as a death kind of thing considering the delightful cold and steaming breaths as opposed to the alternative stiffling no breaths at all. Perhaps death is moreso like Winter in that it is a transition thing, a time for rebirth, just a quiet pause to be followed by a Spring of some sort. Besides, my birthday is 12/21 so doubtless I'm biased in this matter.
Is it really the "faith" of the dead or is it supposed to be the "fate" of the dead?
I think you have something going here. The first two stanzas are a good way to coil for the strike of the finish. Both are simple but at the same time engaging. They are well written due to your level of composure.
In my opinion though, I think that the finish lacked something. I'm not saying this to be mean or anything. I just think that it could've been better considering the first two stanzas. The bluntness of the finish seemed to have taken the magic away--more like telling us how you feel instead of making us feel it. Plus, it makes it blatantly finite. No souvenir for the reader.
This is not absolute though. Just my preference, I guess. Nothing personal.