A Soldier's Girl

by Maria Orlando

The rewards of autumn have passed, Gales herald of winter have arrive, But you have not.

For three days now, I have eaten bread, Not for need but lack of want.

I gaze through the window, At surreal images, Beyond my own reflection.

The big apple tree is so beautiful, Though barren, Having prepared for the coming season.

Sleet and spit and black clouds Riding under a distant sky, With the wind moving strong.

Beyond the ocean is in turmoil, Pounding the shores, Of man's flimsy habitat.

Inside I sit alone, Looking past imposed limitations And visualize illustrious designs.

But what of it?  Solitary, where is my confidant?  In freedom one stifles.

How so where you be? Where not any can escape, The confines of war.

Catatonic posture In the hour of dusk, In the moment of need time freezes.

Still I remember,  Together loneliness was no more, Apart you remain in heart.

Before the brutal cold has passed, Before the spring does arrive, Before the sun shines, you shall return.