On the Edge of Osceola Forest – a poem by Pricilla Bettis

On the Edge of Osceola Forest 

Invasive jasmine vine,
fragrant as the nard
that anoints Your feet,
white as the garment 
of light that robes You—
climbs the scaled bark 
of a grooved trunk
and strangles a longleaf pine.

Priscilla Bettis is an avid reader and a joyful writer. Priscilla lives in small-town Texas with her two-legged and four-legged family members. She enjoys writing short stories and poems inspired by her awe of the Divine and love for fellow human beings. She is the author of Whispers of a Southern Moon, a short-story and poetry collection, and she’s currently working on a novella set in Alaska. Priscilla is a book reviewer at The Well Read Fish: https://thewellreadfish.com.