In Conflict Times

with a cows docility

anima of a woman

remote in all feeling

suffering gone,

abandoned to marble silence,

beyond the fields of fire

smoke cauldroned clouds

into dense oblivion,

as if with blessing

she over watched with a gaze

bright resilient,

no more fierce as the rugged

mountains that encompassed

bay and gorge

on distant coastline,

beating within her breast

was a warriors heart

hidden by a gentle grace,

raising her hand

as if for resolution

no more lost to the pain,

on the wind that dispersed

the smoke,

trees shake

leaves tremble,

from this most burning pain

a new splendor found prompt Wordle #73