Saturday, August 25, 2018

Brief Respite (Day 584)


Pearl gray morning 
lifts birds to their wings. 
Cherries glow 
gold-red in leafy bowers 
daring the wind. 
Above, a sky fading to blue, 
carries an afternoon 
promise in fat clouds rolling, 
languidly, like sleepy lovers 
on the horizon, 
as if they have all the time 
in the world. 
Nothing else is happening 
now.  Listen—cicadas sing.
A doe picks her way
through the dense forest,
snapping a twig here
and there. Nothing else 
is truly happening.


(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

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