there are times in life
when I’m on a downer
I feel isolated
as the chill of emptiness
falls over me ~ not so unlike
the snow that covers
the limbs of the tree
at the edge
of the wooded drumlin….. adding
weight to its use as as metaphor
’cause it leans to the right
I know this void ~
with its load
will melt away
like it has
many times before
although…. reminding me
life ain’t always easy
and the struggle
can make the strongest soul
mentally and physically down
with a yearning for rest
while dwelling in seclusion
until able to emerge again
Image & Words by ~Keith Alan Hamilton~