Yearning

YEARNING She sits each evening as the sun goes down, A book lying open on her lap. She has scanned half a page, then puts it down, Having read the same paragraph over again. Then she stares at the distant setting sun, Across the verdant pastureland And wonders, will this be the night When she sees him in the distance, Coat slung carelessly over his shoulder, Striding purposefully across the pasture Till he is close enough to hear his cheery whistle. She waits until the sun has disappeared And only then does she pick up the book once more And extract the letter tucked between the leaves. Through her tears, she reads again The opening she has read a hundred times before. Dear Mrs James, It is with deep regret ….. Picture No. 1 24th October 2022 Painting Prompted Poetry Contest Sponsor - Lisa YY