on ground of stark coldness...a flower of stone unfolds...whispering black and white against the ancient tomb... a silent pondering it stands...the wind breathes secrets...clouds climb higher...in a darkening shroud...last embers of daylight...chasing the sun's golden hope...a whisper of warmth where spring might convene...a hawk circles lonely...a predator so keen...in this black and white world...echoes ring...of resilience clinging to what winter leaves... even in darkness...a new day will rise...beneath opening sky...