Winter in June

widowed roses 
confront the dirt
locked roots 
embrace a frigid turf

no lovers left 
to soothe and cradle
a brotherly strife
when Cain slew Abel

the city mourns with mothers' cries
emerald skies, no moon to plea
remember when flowers would rise
inside our dreams
with summer free

inside our dreams, 
when strife meets June
nothing remains but enmity

june bangs the walls of our minds
planting snow on our steps
under a trembling God, we plead
nervous thunder paints our roof
earnest demise greets our nights

Daily writing prompt

What traditions have you not kept that your parents had?

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