Friday, September 1, 2017

The rain, the sturgeon (Day 226)

In the rain the sturgeon wake,
and loll on their cushions of silt, 
whispering about the nervous 
flutters of oncoming winter. 
Fog-stilled boats drift amid 
reflected hillsides, outcrops 
dotted with upside-down sheep 
and leaf-brown streams boring 
into their emerald faces like 
unchecked tears. There, we, 
revolving, hearts stilled with 
wonder, listen to the slowing song 
of two crickets on opposing shores.


(c) 2017, by Hannah Six