Saturday, November 11, 2017

On a Bench (Day 297)


On a gray bench she rests 
with faded hands  
eyes half open to the forest 
at her feet  a blanket 
of pink sand delights her 
senses  rinsed clean by 
pure turquoise 
dreams of Saturdays and 
lazy afternoons floating 
in circles beneath 
a gliding hawk while 
dogs barked and 
distant mowers groomed 
the knotted fringe of day


(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

Image: MabelAmber