SMALL INCIDENTS FROM HER LIFE

II

The wind blew a little and the suitors stared at the melancholic courtyard
filling with passing yellow leaves. Far away,
in the royal pastures, the living would have lain down.
Servants swept the crumbs from the tables without a word.
The low fire went out and sleep drank in
the first light chill. Her loom was silent.
For a while now, it had begun to unravel.