Saturday, June 29, 2013

Poem 90: Tumbling

sweet, the tumbling
sliding into dreams unbroken
vast, opaque, the snowfall
words unspoken
glanced at sideways 
or altogether disregarded
silent, then 
so low, the hard ground 
wide open, clover 
sweet green apronfuls
a gentle place 
to land, unbroken, and 
a place to rest

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six