#33: Tiny Soldiers

Nights will drift down around you
like snow,
Tempting you to wrap yourself
In a cloak of priceless words, embroidered with gold thread.

Choose wisely, words that
drop like April petals,
Land between the lines, and present themselves for inspection,
like so many tiny soldiers.

Take heart, and send your favorites
Off to war, into battle,
Let them lead the charge.
Use them, and find them later,
Wandering dazed among the fields
Of a poem.

(c) Hannah Six, 2013

#33: Tiny Soldiers