Carolina Widow

Whispers weave through leaves of seedlings like nimble fingersPulling fine silk threads creating patterns of beauty on loomsGarden spiders drink drops of morning dew from webs proudly craftedSporting bright yellow bodies, alike the color children paint the sunGrubs buried deep in shallow graves thrive in fertile black soil awaitingFeeding on grassroots with ravenous appetites for … Continue reading Carolina Widow

Skin Still Soft

Wrinkled fingers clasped together to form hands in prayerLooking toward the heavens, she asks Friend, are you there? I've lived a long life she thinks warming  herself by the fireI am all that's left; my situation seems so lonely and dire. I am old and tired my Lord she whispers and I'm ready to  goMy bones ache in this … Continue reading Skin Still Soft