Saturday, October 19, 2013

What Shimmers (Poem 200)

Dandelion fairies, carrying childish
Wishes abroad, down the block or 
To the next yard, catching the light, 
A magical fall of twirling snowflakes
Touched by a breath of mid-summer

Jar of fireflies, fruit of hours of labor--
Running and leaping, crawling on deep, 
Moist grass that smells of spring even in 
July--caught with joy, now dancing 
And doomed on a nightstand, until
A gentle hand strokes a downy cheek 
And then carries them outside, to 
The dewy night, and freedom

Shower of sparks glimpsed through a glade
Of evergreens and turning vines, late on 
An autumn afternoon--startling bursts of fire 
Dripping onto the paper-dry forest carpet--
Tricksters who suddenly reveal themselves as
Golden aspen leaves, kindled by a spotlight of
Sun breaking through the velvet canopy

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six

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