Sijo

[TranquillityBase]

Their shoulders curved under a growing burden made ghosts 
by the murk of falling snow.  Headstones stand stalwart, row upon row.
Eyes water red in the cold asking too much of their dead.

Thanks for sharing this new form.

What stands out for me, just on a personal note, is that this is probably the darkest poem you've ever posted.  But it works for me.  The "burden" sets up a mystery that the rest of the poem completes.

I guess my only suggestion is perhaps a different word choice than "stalwart" in describing the headstones, although it contrasts nicely with the curved shoulders.  

I read your addendum about the form.  Curious if your version is mainly based on a syllable count?

TqB