FALLEN WARRIOR

Sitting in the frozen wicker alone,

Ribbon clouds of vapor crept over and above me.

Tired, muddy snow lay in surrender to the wet cold.

Autumn was a distant memory, yet my heart clenched

As I saw a lone leaf flutter down and fall onto the dirty snow,

As an old warrior finally lays down on the cold field.

A demonstration of resilience and stamina….

A brave act of defiance and tenacity.

And it is always so—up to us as to what is real:

A dead husk merely succumbing to the will of gravity, or

The glory of a long battle fought with honor and bravery.

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