Artwork by Olive Hannigan
A horizon in flames
Over misty veiled mountains
Brings no warmth to her freckled cheeks
As we move on a path chiseled by generations
Willing but weary.
We are losing light.
Piggybacks and tangled fingers
Traded for gangly arms and feet that trip over tangles of roots
Slowing the journey
As we move on a path worn by girls
Growing and greying.
We are losing light.
Christina McCauley is a middle-aged undergrad juggling school, two teenage daughters, a husband, and a very handsome dog. When she’s not studying or running mom-taxi duties, you can usually find her singing- any time, any place.