False Warrior

False Warrior Cold spear of winter’s harbinger pierces the heart of summer leaving her wounded beauty bleeding out upon the landscape. Autumn – cruel mercenary force despoiling the scent of bounty laying rot the un-ripened hope denuding the cloaked forest, Driving color from the stalks into the shriveling roots unable to withstand frost’s crippling grip. Marching under grey skied guidons trampling the browning fields mocking the heraldic false pride of rainbow colored foliage. Pawn – sacrificed by Winter’s greed drawn into the icy depth of loss duped by the beauty of the battle to expire on the winds of change. John G. Lawless 10/16/2015