She wrapped herself in a velvet thick cloud as she prepared to depart. Perhaps she desired to cover our eyes as a one would a small child's to the pains and losses of the year past, or perhaps she pulled the veil over our eyes to retain the wonders of the year ahead. Maybe, just maybe, she wanted to leave as mysteriously as she had arrived.


Sandra Dena said...

I like both of your new poems. and I'm even more impressed that I can still call you Ms. V. unless of course you prefer Mrs. V!

Eleatta said...

So beautiful, Charity.

Charity said...

Thank you Sandra! My students feel the same way : )

Your compliments are highly valued!