Inevitable Inclination

Autumn has suddenly escaped with our dreams.
Frozen breeze crashed down with rainy hail that tuned into drifting snow.
To stay awake, we've set an old engine ablaze with a gas canister.
The blue fire was a mildly amusing sight.
Frostbite was going to get us soon enough, anyway.
Cannon fire murmured in the distance.
Shells punched the ground, crying with an ominous reverberation.
The morning discussion was getting nowhere, as I kept sneezing.

Lost in my thoughts, I almost forgot what we were fighting for.