Shadows Of Time.. Poem by Connetta Jean

Late in the day
when shadows fall
and darkness
first begins
inside
the cabin walls...
i feel at peace.
as if time
did not
touch me..
i feel poetry
deep within
my soul...
i feel as though
it needs me
simply to
write it down.
this is a place
of silent whispers....
where hands
that touched
the ancient walls
now lay
sleeping...
long ago
buried
where daisys
are blooming...
and memories
softly linger
on shadows
of time...