Warrior’s Fall


Frost takes the leaves

of the cherry trees

and the warrior

is dead.

A winter wind

blows from the east

and carries off

my friend.

In my heart

an ember burns

that through the winter


That we might keep

alive to weep

for sins we can’t


The harvest time,

the hunt is on,

as summer turns

to fall,

but we still yearn

as the seasons turn

for a meaning to it all.

We give our lives,

we give our blood,

our friends,

our love,

our kin,

that there might be

one day peace

and spring will come


HG – 2020

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