The Cold of Winter

[roguedruidess]

When the ax fell down into the hard iced ground to bury what was left of my child I would never forget the unforgiving cold of winter. The year before brought the horror of things once meant to be buried forever. The years later brought horrors of their own.
Traversing the mounds of snow and stone ice to find my way to the graves of those I loved and lost. It is never easy to forget to remember or forget.
Winter seems to be the place where all my experience of death stays and lingers...