Creation
ablaze, falling leaves
sparked by sunlight,
thoughts drift like mist,
collecting in corners
like ancient stories,
heaped in jute baskets
and banked
against my windows
dreams, rising from
the depths of time,
sharp sapphire wishes,
swirl—a spiraling
cyclone of indigo
droplets spattering
across my paper, each
one a prayer
and its answer
crystalline wrists turned
skyward, vulnerable
miracles collecting
in my palms like
small red birds—
breathing lilacs, I am
awash in creation's
grace
(c) 2017, by Hannah Six
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