A lone walker treads,
barely seen,
signing the sand
with transience
as have others
who signed
and vanished;
the sky bends low,
enrobing her with rain,
but lightly,
in deference
to her solitude.
More thanks to photographer S.W. Berg.
Tag Archives: solitude
December 22.19
And so
with a cold wink of moon
sly thief
pickpocket of the sun
does the earth
with me
welcome solstice.
I love the warmth
of old flannel
the blanket of solitude
swaddling me
in inwardness
as the maple
sleeps.
Disconnections: December 27.18
In brittling world
a tiny hermitage
with patient
weathered visage
awaits
to offer what it can
though small and rude:
walls and roof
and solitude.
Yet more thanks to photographer S.W. Berg.
Connections: September 7.16
Nowhere so abiding
an invitation
as here
where weathered wood
turns away
into realms of solitude.
Again thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
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