Thursday, November 22, 2018

On the side of the hill (Day 673)


On the side of the hill, where 

hundreds of sunflowers had nodded 

and turned their faces toward 

last August’s brilliant golden light—


there, she turned to me, 

and her face was pale as a star, 

falling from the sky into the waiting 

arms of leafless trees, their branches 


straining, reaching upward 

to catch her as she tumbled by, soft 

and weightless as a feather, 

too ethereal to seize,

too temporal to remain aloft.


(c) 2018, by Hannah Six


Image: Landscape at Twilight (1890), Vincent van Gogh,

 oil on canvas, via Wikimedia Commons