Young Widow

a Few Words
Published in
Feb 9, 2022


A Poem

Leafs severing from
The trees,
In hush autumn
A contract,
Of foreverness ending,
Or perhaps a cycle — of
death and rebirth.

Cold hands, empty hearts
Waiting in gallery
For your sparkling shine.
Sitting alone,
Knitting your unworn
Tears glistening the fibers
Weaves on… and on

my despair.



a Few Words

Keeping a keen eye on humans. When not writing, you can find me humming to some song, daydreaming, or plowing up research.