Solitude

A time of change.

She walked amid the barren drab

of an autumn over-stayed.

A slow, uneven, steadfast gait,

... a solitary escapade.

Her movements were deliberate, 

Bespoken of that certain age,

time-wrapped in a cloak of solitude,

when laughter ebbs then fades.

In the cinereous gloom of November,

sap slumberous and thickened,

she trod the leaf strewn berm of 

a skeletal season sickened.

Above her head the magpies flew.

Starkly monochrome against grey skies 

and as they circled overhead 

they watched her with 

their bright black eyes.

Soon she stopped beside a time worn tree

cruelly stripped of green or 

golden leaf, yet majestic in 

simplicity.

Beneath this ancient efficacy,

a sentinel to her offerings, 

she scattered breadcrumbs, suet, seeds 

as the magpies fluttered to her feet.

In solitude she watched them eat.

Reviews

[Im His Daughter]

Your submission is now read in the http://www.writerscafe.org/contests/Nature%2C-Auroras%2C-Lights%2C-Trees%2C-Water%2C-Outdoors-Contest/54059/ please stay tuned for the winning poems. Thank you for your entry. I loved the poem! Amazing! If we aren't friends yet, add me!

[felioness]

Again thank you so much for the read and kind words!

[Katerobber]

This was amazing, you had me completly entranced.

[felioness]

Thank you for the read and encouraging comment.

[Alistair (Ali)]

like what's going on here!..spell weaving!!!

[JC]

beautifully written, brought me right there to a stark landscape Saskatchewan and the melancholia of it all...great read.

[felioness]

Thanks for the awesome review!