| A Winter of Democracy
Fall rolls in like a train, dragging in a chilled caboose. The cold air seems to wrap its serpentine body around each Eden-born leaf, hissing of minutes missed in the waning summer. Sparks fly from brittle feelings fallen to the ground as vengeance washes the blue cloth of sky with misguided thoughts; a storm breaks like the waves of American soldiers on Iraqi soil. Bullets rain on branches of Humanity plagued by a fungus of hate. War-driven winds pluck screaming leaves, soldier, father, mother, child�left to decay beneath the flaming ice of democracy. |