reverie in white

Heavy clouds suspended overhead,
no late-afternoon glow.
Soft flakes of snow emerge from the
vast,
             gray
                             sky,
growing larger, falling faster
with each passing minute.

The cemetery possesses a special aura,
keeper of the bodies of those
who have already walked this Earth.
A quiet peace enshrouds these grounds,
augmented by the white blanket of snow
that arrives with Winter.

Who were these people and how did they live their lives?
Where are they now?
Do their souls wander aimlessly?
Or have they new bodies,
and embarked on a new chapter in this journey of Life?