This is in response to the Daily Post’s photo challenge: Solitude.
I remain, after autumn’s harvest, after winter’s winds spirited away those who were left of my loves and family and friends, hanging alone.
“Many shall be purified, and made white, and tried; but the wicked shall do wickedly: and none of the wicked shall understand; but the wise shall understand. And from the time that the daily sacrifice shall be taken away, and the abomination that maketh desolate set up, there shall be a thousand two hundred and ninety days. Blessed is he that waiteth, and cometh to the thousand three hundred and five and thirty days. But go thou thy way till the end be: for thou shalt rest, and stand in thy lot at the end of the days.” —-Daniel 12: 10-13