Monday, October 16, 2017

Five-thirty (Day 271)

The curtain of five-thirty 
in the morning is 
dark as pitch 
and quite opaque  though 
persistent dawn slips 
through at the edges 
now and then  drawn 
shawl-like against a curious 
draft  wool tickling and 
warming your shoulders  
at the window  other people’s 
dreams buffet the glass  
seductive  cold as snowmelt.


(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

Image: US National Park Service