Author’s Note: My Muse hit me when I walked the puppies, after reading a few items from the news, the Belgorod, demonstration shots, etc… took a little while to germinate this morning…

– Arrias

Winter Comes?

A crescent Moon in a cold blue sky,
A golden glow in the east,
The Sun is on the rise,
At Dog Holla time to feed the beasts.

The dogs are frisky, the frost is thick,
’Tis fall but winter seems nigh,
Brown leaves crackle under foot,
I hear a lone screech owl cry.

One lone owl, the crackling leaves,
Else the world is still,
Too cold it seems for early fall,
And too soon for winter’s chill.

The news from the world is dark,
In the distance more war drums,
Perhaps the cold is an omen,
Telling us: “Winter comes.”

Still we must feed the dogs,
Some coffee and begin the new day,
Hope foolish men come to their senses,
And for peace we all might pray.

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