Thursday, November 2, 2017

Secret Roads (Day 288)

Trickling valleys slide
toward the water, dark 
as cedars standing 
sentinel, concealing 
secret roads 
and urgent passageways, 
branches 
calming the nervous, 
fog-brightened night.
Here, joy turns 
to wonder, grief 
to contemplation. 
New growth, a tender 
haze of green, emerges
before the forest’s 
detached gaze, 
in stillness,
ancient consolations.


(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

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