EMPTY SATURDAY

Empty, disconnected
A long, lonely day
Phone didn’t ring
Not an email from even 1 person
And no snail mail…..
The back yard was full of birds
Their songs sounded mournful
But I know it was my own mourning I was hearing
The squirrels played And I watched
wishing I was playing
The sun was warm – my heart cold
Breeze soft – soul hard
Pruning to be done But no energy
Planting to be done
But body not strong enough
I was glad when night came
And the empty, disconnected
Long, lonely day
Was at an end…..