Friday, March 24, 2017

Far as the eye can see (Day 65)


Photo: Laura A Macaluso, PhD

supple, undulating 
highway, delicate fissured lace  
thrown hastily over shoulders 
that stretch from azure to indigo, 
far as the eye can see,
urging a wandering heart to dream 
of prairies and hares 
and homemade jam
beckoning the restless soul
follow me: siren song sherry-sweet 
on the back of the tongue 
follow me: warm as an old woolen 
blanket on an autumn evening 
follow me: every rose-quartz glance 
a flirtation, every breath 
steeped in stillness
follow

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six