Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Welcome (Poem 331)

One simple morning, 
mountain folding back 
a golden rose blanket 
from its shoulders, 
first gaudy sunrise 
biting at the heels 
of winter's dark rain. 

One simple song 
on the radio, swaying 
in rhythm with northbound 
tires, taillights a swathe of 
crimson sequins draped 
over the rippling highway. 

One simple day, love 
and light a glimmering cloak 
whose only opening 
allows the future to seep in, 
unannounced, anticipated, welcome...

(c) 2014, by Hannah Six