Analysis of Ashes of Autumn

The ashes were scattered on the autumn leaves of his parents like a whirlwind of love letters rising to the spiritworld in perfect order and symptomatic blessing.
The white glittery frost was about to arrive.
It would paint every state, town and country village.
Its brail texture would rewrite the year ahead and for everyone their own direction.
The flakes landed their every note in specific numerical order.
Each pattern made in the snow replied to the spring flows of fragrance on the nose.