Janet Rattay

A SOLDIER’S WINTER TIME OF YEAR

Is it the winter time of year
when snow clouds form
and disappear
Ghost-like shadows
from the past
cross the sky
with a gusty blast
Thunderous roaring
through the trees
winds of change
have set me free
Kaleidoscope shapes
take form no more
I’m strong again
I’ve fought my war
Game of life
Is it now my turn
Twists of fate
Brothers I mourn
Bitter thoughts
will go astray
Echoing sounds
cannot betray
Empty hearts and
souls to blame
For death has yet
to call my name.