DEAFENING SILENCE

Desolate.

Alone.

Stark.

Cold.

Empty.

Sitting on a hill.

No houses nearby.

Only the comfort

of a bare tree.

The wind rattles

through my open beams.

Snow drifts in from my roof.

No peace.

Only cold.

And deafening silence.

Will it always be so?

Will the sun shine ever again?

Will horses return to my stables?

I could only wait and hope.