Footprints

Cold grey marble
Soldiers erect,
displaying
their
etches.
Black withered roses
bow heads,
praying in
silence.
Embedded footprints
crackling frost,
leaving
powdered
dust.

by Barbara Moyer

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I believe I have been here! At least it conjures up a moment from my past in D.C. You have a beautiful talent. Barbara