Saturday, July 1, 2017

This Day (Day 164)


Paper ribbons, twist around 
themselves, frolicking stretching, 
gathering armfuls of roses 
in their wrinkled embrace, like joy 
softening a careworn face.
Beautiful clouds, a chapel-sky
of fat cherubs on an expanse 
of of eye-piercing blue, 
laugh as if the view exposed
the greatest joke ever told around
a campfire, or a picnic table.
This day, bedecked in falling stars
and sparkling wands, is ours, 
alone, to have and hold, an uninvited 
guest, a mystery, a blessed dream,
a collective past enraptured 
by tomorrow’s history.


(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

Photo: Independence Day 2009, northern Indiana, Joel Harter