Aone And Loneliness Poem by shimon weinroth

Alone and Loneliness

Standing in the field
Of fresh cut Alfalfa
bleeding blades
Of sweet and sour

Their dirge
A song of fragrance
I find myself
In this midst

Gazing at the horizons
Smiling at the joys
Of creation, White clouds sailing
Birds winging, bees buzzing

Grasses fallen at my feet
No fleeting moment
Nature's portrait
Hanging in my mind

Embracing and enduring
Serene and ensuring

Alas
Too often verwhelmed
By War despair and hunger

A loneliness creeps in
And I escape
To sublime memories
Far from the madding crowd