Saturday, February 16, 2019

Small and quiet hours (Day 759)

Everyone knows those questions

in the small and quiet hours

a deep hush   joyful   broken 

by the swish of diminishing snow

by the comfort of books

and all the stars slip into place

like before   wait   notice

and be grateful for the nights

and take pity on the dark corners

(c) 2019, by Hannah Six

Image: skeeze/Pixabay

Friday, February 15, 2019

On a Hidden Path (Day 758)

Saturday afternoon voices 
linger on the air 
and we have some time 
between waves   

evening turns down 
the moon and night hesitates 
in the walls   reverberating   
raining down   drenching us 

where we fell on a hidden path   
hold on to me and 
hold your breath   
you whispered as we lay   entwined 

on the forest floor   we forgot 
to look where we were 
walking and tripped 
over the same stone 

(c) 2019, Hannah Six
Image: Henri Rousseau. Tropical Forest with Monkeys 
(1910). Oil on canvas. Via Wikimedia Commons.

Thursday, February 14, 2019

Love Walks Through (Day 757)

Love walks through 

broken glass   unaware 

of the sharp edges

at water’s edge   reluctant 

to encounter its own 

image   in a surface 

without ripples

(c) 2019, by Hannah Six

Image: Boarderbloke/Pixabay

Wednesday, February 13, 2019

Another Shadow (Day 756)

another shadow   bright as stars   spinning
toward truth   fearless   flawless as stone
or paint or dreams   carved from a slow silent
blooming   petals of ice   drifting
approaching the tip of an outstretched heart

(c) 2019, by Hannah Six

Tuesday, February 12, 2019

Smokescreen (Day 755)

Fourteen-karat stars ablaze
the very air seethes with wishes
in a grove of aspens, quaking,
beginning to feel    transluscent   
shifting  self-induced smokescreen
an expanse of copper sea

(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
Image: jaher06/Pixabay

Monday, February 11, 2019

When the snow falls (Day 754)

It’s like this  when the snow falls
each flake a tiny bird  silent
sinking from an oyster sky 
to sip from a pearl-white bowl

(c) 2019, by Hannah Six

Image: Sarah Cavanaugh

Sunday, February 10, 2019

West Winds: A Tanka for Day 753

West winds tease lovers.

Full beauty skips and leaves spring.

Midnight overflows.

A blue columned path murmurs.

Slick angels loom and stones burn.

(c) 2019, by Hannah Six

Image: Pixabay