Solitude

 

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.

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Solitude

 

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

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