Rough Cover (Poem 219)

blanket of unconsciousness, dull,

the weft, dense, fuzzy weeds, 

mementos of a life, the rough 

weave of the real, vast world

linen, strong and durable, coarse

wool, speckled, here and there, 

with grass, leaves, and 

the occasional surprise

of honeyed January heat,

when tender petals unfurl into 

the oncoming white, 

then fade, wither, and fall

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six