03 Dec


Walking today

beneath bold blue

winter skies,

golden light,

rolling fields

hedges and trees

sheep and cows

horses and alpacas

rabbits and squirrels

and countless birds

oh, and a fox

but not a single

human soul.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

I wrote this exactly a year ago. Yet it seems to have come from another world, another time. A pre-Covid world when solitude was a luxury, not a necessity. And a time in my life when I felt a little less mortal. Not only that, but today is as dark and dreary, wet and miserable as any winter’s day can be. So I post this to remind myself there was, there is, and there will be, sunshine.

Art was taken from the internet, source unknown. If this is yours please advise and I will credit the work as yours, or remove.


Posted by on December 3, 2020 in Poetry, Still Life


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7 responses to “Solitude

  1. SCM

    December 3, 2020 at 4:21 pm

    I like this “ So I post this to remind myself there was, there is, and there will be, sunshine.” 💋


    Liked by 1 person

  2. Unique Tales

    December 3, 2020 at 6:32 pm

    Beautiful 😊

    Liked by 1 person

  3. thereluctantpoet

    December 5, 2020 at 2:43 pm

    Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.

    Liked by 1 person


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