Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Stillness (Day 140)

Photo: Jason Hollinger

Thick layers of stillness drape 
the cornfield's winter stubble,
midnight sky pearly and pale,
her face concealed behind
a veil of crystals dropping
like petals onto the drifts' 
unmarred shoulders with 
barely more than a sigh.
Hushed, the world rests. 
Hushed, we walk, slowly, 
each step ending with
a creak, until we stand 
in the great wide open,
faces turned toward 
the flakes that cling 
like tiny feathers 
to our eyelashes.

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six