The moral road of combat

Written by: Laura Mckenzie

They stood amongst the ghostly white powder-
As it sloped around them casting that of a dusty spell 
There was a pure peacefulness left lingering-
So evident in the footprints gone by
And those empty matchsticks that waved in the winter breeze 
Such a lonely place in a state of hibernation 
It was hard for me to remember the landscape as it was 
Now the still coldness captured that once frisky green meadow-
Now a thing of the past faded into an auburn retreat 
And somehow I enjoyed the solitary of its splendor and change 
My breath blew a tracer of the warmth from inside me 
As my biting nibble fingers praised the caress of my gloves 
I felt the movement inside my boots as my feet pushed me forth deeper into the snow 
A time to think, and maybe approve the uncertainty of loss 
Past the fallen limbs that were once a thing of strength and refuge to some 
A part of me fell from my eyes onto the ground into a frozen icicle-  
Till they could find the nothingness once paved with the rocks that divided the land
Now I sleep with a secret of yesterday and confess my failure to no one 
The roots of my broken heart will again floorage and cultivate greatness 
And I will become a land of abundance and determination and be born-again