The Cemetery Gates
October 27, 2020
Lest you forget, it’s cemetery season. And even a quick glimpse into the wrought iron gates at dawn is eerily stirring as night’s restlessness leaves a trace of tension in the fog. The picketed border between the living and the dead hardly serves a purpose beyond framing the gravestones within.
It’s Green-Wood Cemetery. It’s October.
We throw our shadows down… it’s how we get around
Leaves bigger than my feet
Next in Green-wood, a peak foliage stop before winter deadens the landscape.