For The Sunday Whirl poetry prompt: Wordle #189
gathering, able, gaze, breeze, secular, skin,
rattle, plain, scattered, splendor, harvest, bent
Somewhere In Time
They came like leaves scattered on a breeze
that bent scrawny trees and rattled loose
A plain woman, more secular than spirit
driven, she was able to feel them gathering
just beneath the thin skin of memory.
In this quiet place, she could turn her gaze
inward, to reap the harvest splendor of those
she had loved and been loved by.
Elizabeth Crawford 11/30/14