. Cemetery The grasses, flowing amber on the breezethat speaks to me in verses intimate,are stilled, as if contented to appeasemy meditative spirit, to permitobeisance from afar to monumentsof lifeless stone. Shall not eternitybe brashly coveting my every sensein moments soon to come? My destinyawaits beneath these fronds, their silhouetteslike countless sentinels whose fealtyis pledged to passing souls who stir regretsamidst retreating autumn verdancy,where warmth and succor from the morning mistare of a sudden never to exist. First published in The Lyric, Summer 2021 . . Winter Moment The silent flakes of snow, like dainty whiteand flitting whimsies in a frenzied questto join as one, unerringly alightupon my path, as if at my behest.The odor, sweet, of burning maple curlsthrough thickened flurry walls; a wolflike whinebetrays the gale arising as it swirlsand bullies through the tips of stubborn pine.The cabin beckons me; a dullish lightprepares me for a welcome interludeof warmth and sustenance, an age-old rite,an intercourse of fire and solitude.The wintry pomp and bluster need not cease,for in my womblike refuge I'm at peace. First published in The Lyric, Winter 2022 . . Paul Buchheit is an author of books, poems, essays, and scientific journal articles. He recently completed his first historical novel, 1871: Rivers on Fire. His poetry has appeared in The Lyric, Illinois State Poetry Society, Poets & Patrons of Chicagoland, Maria W. Faust Sonnet Contest, Society of Classical Poets, and other publications.