Sun was setting on Lake Pontchartrain so I hurried along the road where once a sugar cane plantation stood. Past trees hundreds of years old. I did not expect such solitude. Only a young pelican learning to dive close to shore broke the calm of the lake.
On the walk back I saw a white-headed woodpecker and three deer standing on the fringe of the marsh. The fading light surrounded everything.
rare winter bird calls
hidden in the long branches
to be discovered
dVerse prompt on solitude