Questions for the Spirits That Haunt Graveyards

          One
Does a willow still weep just as loudly
even when it has no leaves to cry with
in the baneful dead of winter?

          Two
Are there still more colorful flowers
on gravestones marked with names
than on the ones who bear no titles?

          Three
Why did you choose to stay and lay claim 
on forsaken land that confines your bodies
to the ground, the center of our mother?

Is it because you know you would yearn
for the frosty breeze of an autumn morning 
briskly stroking your rosied cheeks?

Or that you would long for the silence 
that winter reluctantly brings each season
with a peppermint breath and chiseled teeth?

Maybe it was the blooming of springs
vibrant colors and intense scents, chilly days
that leaves you dreaming of warmer ones. 

I believe it’s the hugged warmth of summer 
that holds you like a newborn babe 
and treats you like one, carefully, with love. 

           Four
Do you miss the living as much as you might
miss being alive with them or would you still
remain happy in your solitude?