Saturday, October 21, 2017

Against a Buttery Sky (Day 276)


Above the orchard, tall 
trees against a buttery
sky, sating my spirit’s
deep hunger, portending 
umber flanks 
of gourd-round hills,
a pasture dotted 
Heaven, northern dusk 
fog-sheltered need, 
won as we cried for more, 
but by dawn, still and
you should see 
where, small and fragile, 
it lives on in me.


(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

Image: racorvese