Chris Carter
Mustard Seed Sentinel
1 min readFeb 18, 2024

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Georgia Skies

Photo courtesy of pinterest

On a Sunday afternoon

Near the end of winter

The sky is Grey and colorless

Without glint of purple or pink…

No blue above us…

And we are here.

Have been here long

Enough to surpass a visit.

Standing in the midst

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Chris Carter
Mustard Seed Sentinel

Started writing poetry when she was a teenager. She is a writer for Mustard Seed Sentinel, and her column Diary of a Prodigal Daughter is published monthly.