Nature's War

This cold November day
Has thrown open its doors
To see more of what it can do

Across the fields I tread
Towards a grey horizon
Watched by clouds
that loiter with intent.

The cropped stalks of corn
Frozen in the ground
Lean like worn crucifixes
Abandoned in a battlefield
Long after the battle cry

A sheet of snow
Covers the dead

Footprints from creatures
Are woven inbetween
The lifeless

The wind whips, bites and nips
As it dances with the cold that grips
Circling flesh and bone
Slowing the tempo
To a shivering still

There is a sneaking sun
Making shadows of stripped trees
Carved into history

Like frozen ships
Upon a static sea

©SJ2010