In Winter, Wind

The wind forces us to crouch
In the cemetery for the war dead
The snow fog blinds us for a while
Distracts from the purpose
Of our visit
Brings the sorrow to life instead
When we remember the point
Of our journey
We remember the sacrifice
Remember their pain
The cold wind makes us understand
The rivers of tears shed
For lives remembered
Instead of lived
Now marked by stones
In the snow
Blown colder by the wind