Friday, September 7, 2018

Vivid (Day 597)

vivid oak, inspired lines etched 
on a blue September sky, vibrating 
in the thunder-scented breeze 
or dressed in your autumnal cloak,
benevolent, your splendid shade, 
extended arms embracing delightful 
June and dancing, unclothed, 
beneath November’s heartless moon,
like butterflies, your bright leaves 
pause and tremble in my dreams, 
filling the air with liquid whispers, 
secrets cloaked in some mysterious 
tongue, unspoken for a thousand years 
(or more), rending my heart with 
gentle, furrowed sighs and 
ancient soporific lullabies, then lightly 
tossing off the cloak of night, greeting 
the day fresh-faced and unadorned

(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

Image: Castrocielo Lazio/MaxPixel

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