Too Long Away

She wandered lonely in the night,
And wept throughout the day.
The winter sun brought light, not warmth;
And then light died away.
The Dryad tasted salty tears;
She held them not at bay.
Exhaustion shredding every thought,
Except those of dismay.

She strayed too long away from home,
The shady wood and rill,
She’s lost within harsh winter’s grasp,
Bound by its bitter chill.
The keening of her weary heart
The breaking of her will
The cracking of the winter ice…
And then the world was still.

Long hours, lots of work, it's good to be busy. This weekend I'll rest, cry, refresh, renew. No wait... I'm going shooting with friends on Sat, meeting with new friends on Sat night and working on Sunday. Okay, but next weekend.... No, not then either.

Too long away from my haven. Too Long Away.