The Battle
A thouosand leaves
stand ready to resist
but the fight is fruitless
winter will win
she always does.
some will stay
til oncoming soldiers
push them away
they float to the ground
making no sound.
A new regiment
of sun, sky and trees
will begin a battle
on the death of winter
and spring will win.
He always does.
LarryB 11.03.01
Email: Night.Writer@lycos.com
