There's a deadly hush
That fills the air
A cold whisper
To rest, to sleep
Winter still brings
Unease to my mind
Evermore like
The colourless war
I hope it's my tired
Imagination
Not an accurate
Predication
Closing my eyes
I practise their advice
To breathe in, and out
Settle, and emerge
Remind myself
To live here, now
No such thing as
A strategic plan
Just the rest
Of unfolding events.