Winter Death

On frozen ground midst cedar trees,
We stood around a tiny open grave. 

How hard to put a babe in winter ground,
Cover the box with dirt and snow.

Oh please, did they wrap the baby warm?
Cover the tiny feet?
Tuck in the tiny hinds?

It is not bearable,
To leave a child in the cold of winter.

I know! I know!
Someone came for her to take her home.
​Where God and spring are surely there.