One simple morning,
mountain folding back
a golden rose blanket
from its shoulders,
first gaudy sunrise
biting at the heels
of winter's dark rain.
One simple song
on the radio, swaying
in rhythm with northbound
tires, taillights a swathe of
crimson sequins draped
over the rippling highway.
One simple day, love
and light a glimmering cloak
whose only opening
allows the future to seep in,
unannounced, anticipated, welcome...
(c) 2014, by Hannah Six
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