Thursday, March 14, 2019

Each a foreign country (Day 785)

each a foreign country 

murmurring & marveling 

in love with its own 

impatient sighs still folding

them in two & two again

sweet soft voices rise & fall 

lure like joy this tumbling 

to velvet ground this bed 

of bluebells softening 

familiar rose-clothed tables

tarnished & decorous 

meandering beside the blue 

beyond still sheltered corners 

through high-plains winds 

endless & deep as a first kiss 

(c) 2019, by Hannah Six

Image: Colin/Wikimedia Commons (CC BY-SA 4.0)

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