Sunday, August 12, 2018

Running Barefoot (Day 571)


clover reminiscences   sun-honeyed sighs 
even as winter settles its hard skies 
and driftwood burning breeze   we feel 
morning stirring   wake to frost formed
like slides within the window frames 

beauty beyond weekends   lonely with 
horizon-watching   hidden   sodden   
watered by wide-open realms   cold sand 
dampening downstairs whispers   
running barefoot through forgotten grass 


(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

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