Sunday, December 17, 2017

There We Are (Day 333)


There we are:
In a grove of aspens, golden,
quaking, with innocent smiles,
all drawn up together 
beneath a fall of fluttering
citrus-stained leaves.

There we are: 
I knelt by your bed, 
knowing. You smoothed
my hair and my way home. 
But your barely perceptible 
tremble still hums 
in my fingertips, late at night.

There we are:
Our last few days, exploring
the places you knew
as a child, before winter
sliced into the picture, 
leaving behind an odd hole
shaped like you.



(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

Image: Spearfish SD, source unknown