Wednesday, August 29, 2018

Tuesday Evening (Day 588)

Linens drying on a line.
Fading to lavender,
distant hills settle with 
an almost-audible sigh.
Overhead, birds flock,
wheeling black-feathered
waves fierce enough to 
darken the sky, poignant 
sign of summer’s demise, 
making a precious delicacy 
of even the most ordinary 
Tuesday evening. 

(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

Image: MaxPixel

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