The Hill

NaPoWriMo 22 – just did my own thing today.

loneliness is my shadow
but nature is my friend
I come to the hill
to breathe in the trees
and to wallow

the birds sing
the sun shines
the moon makes it way
slowly across the sky
the midges bite me

even nature
my only friend
turns against me
in my hour of need
“but you said”
say the midges
“that you wanted company”