And these things only

And these things only; the pearl white of winter,
a yellow leaf curls like the hand of the dead.
The not where it was of spring and the where it went.
Autumn promised fruit and fires, toasting -
Winds brought fierce wars and nothing the same.
And these things only with the flecks through
Ice remind us of the once and ever of snow.
Leaves: dead shadows.
Through white veils, faces scream
beneath savage walls, trees shiver;
bony hands against a bloodied sky
The skyline, broken-toothed, leaking disease.
And then the Spring, to wipe away everything?