Wednesday, September 26, 2018

Some Years (Day 616)

Some years   lush autumn 
plunges into winter   rattling 
like a hollow chest
yet longing for succor from 
roseate spring’s titillating 
poetry   tumbling streams of 
language and cavorting syntax
drawn to the earthy fragrance 
of life-affirming decay 
for months the vague sour
drench and crunch 
coat a drab wooly world 
approaching   unknowingly   
a seasonal crossroads 
and thirsting for light   until 
winter   finally satiated   seceeds



(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

Image: Gwen and James Anderson 
Signposts at crossroads, Slap o' The Gask  
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