The trail will never end
the tears
Even years of them have no empathy
for your heart belongs to widow
Widow of us all
C. Thompson
It took a while before my eyes left the repeated images of the young woman, questioning my belief she was widowed.
Then, for some reason, my eyes wondered away from their faces and I was so surprised. There was a farmland pathway, and a lone woman walking, away I think!
So, Charlotte, she was the woman abandoned to the landscape!
The first were her departed youth!
Like last year's harvest, bountiful, but gone forever!
Asher