Monday, July 8, 2013

Poem 99: Chimes

the neighbor's 
wind-chimes speak 
     to me 
of sweeter times
fireflies 
     cool green
flickering 
and dancing
to the night orchestra
harmonizing 
from dim tangles
of kudzu dark cedars 
and overgrown grass 
smelling tantalizingly 
of your warm 
                 brown 
                        neck


(c) 2013, by Hannah Six