Poem 90: Tumbling

sweet, the tumbling

sliding into dreams unbroken

vast, opaque, the snowfall

words unspoken

glanced at sideways 

or altogether disregarded

silent, then 

so low, the hard ground 

wide open, clover 

sweet green apronfuls

a gentle place 

to land, unbroken, and 

a place to rest

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six