affection

A few quiet words, stated with affection,

deflect my sight from the panoramic vistas

that once (wistfully) I stood contemplating -

a created dream retracted and closed down.

I frown at distant voices probing my recluse

intent, meant to comfort but seemingly meaningless -

gleaning sound where grammar and dictionary

tear themselves in pieces, lost or mislaid.

I stayed the night in an orchard when the frost struck,

costing a total destruction of apple blossom -

a loss too to the prospect of autumn fruit -

how brutish cold can strip me of life's delights!

So ne'er again shall we rejoice unclothed,

for to another she is now betrothed.