when the bare trees
stand in silhouette
against the gray sky,
I look over my shoulder
and see you
wandering up to me.
At the end of the day,
when the sun is setting
into a sparkling pool
of rose and gold,
I look to my right
and see you
standing next to me.
At the end of the day,
when a spray of stars
is softly veiled by
a thin layer of clouds, and
the moon little more
than a gathering glow
at the edge of the horizon,
I look ahead
and see you
patiently waiting for me.
(c) 2014, by Hannah Six
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