Laced snow

Laced snow.
Crisp.
Dancing to rest
atop the crossroads

And
a pearlescent tinge
staining the earth.
Marble.
He was loved.

Though
within muted greys
amongst hunter green.

And
rejected by the church
Lies not within.
His sins too great
and so rests without
atop the crossroads.

© 2016

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