Saturday, November 10, 2018

Redwood Days (Day 661)

In a soporific fog  we slipped 

between the needles  blue 

and glazed  dripping january rain  

softly underfoot   the beds of fallen 

soldiers  gold and dead  in passageways 

of mountain kings we tread forbidden 

spring-green fields  the shining trophy 

was the chase  end-of-day faces 

turned toward a quivering sky  

our metronome of ragged breath 

marked each timeless tensile hour

(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

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