Sunday, October 15, 2017

Into a Gorge (Day 270)

Last night I 
         subsided into 
a gorge  dark  
  rose and 
     bronze and 
sand  fine and soft 
and deep   closing 
warm  around 
my ankles. Now 
summer  rolling up 
   the snow a dripping 
      towel of cold grit 
and no color on 
   the trees 
coming  tall 
as a wave  high as 
   a delirious flock 
      of Canada geese  
majestic  wise 
carrying our dreams 
to heaven.


(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

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