Table For One

Insistent starkness claims a leafless day Where morning breaks with silent calm and dread The slope of field is framed, behind the glass reveals a fallen tree, with jagged edge and grassy hills now laced with autumn rust Inside we find a plain and cheerless room The table sparce, an empty chair A plate, a knife, a saucer, without spoon One empty cup, will wait for no one there... Ambiance of what has been, ...still lingers in the air, as amber glows, with threats of snow, are just a hint, instead Lonely hours, and lonely days, and lonely shadows blend The endless songs of yesterday, slip in from window's ledge A meager meal will spread upon a table set for one Where breaking bread alone without a friend is companioned by a solitary end The angled sun, casts shadows deep and long A somber mood, reflects this quiet calm Upon the walls, where gardens grew, are faded memories where yellow blooms of yesterday, are just a step away Where, once were two, who loved and knew their sun would rise again There now is one who sits alone ...at the table set for one Where hope has gone, when morning comes... to sing a lonely song Based on the Painting by Andrew Wyeth ... "Groundhog Day" http://www.andrew-wyeth-prints.com/gallery_andrew-wyeth-groundhog-day.html