Photo: Batsv, via Wikimedia Commons
On another day,
I might have worried, but
The mockingbirds told me
The mockingbirds told me
Today is a good day
To be careless,
To let the wind run
Its fingers through my hair,
Its fingers through my hair,
To plant a dozen irises
Along the stone path,
And to look up,
Into the midnight sky,
Where a host
Of shimmering stars
Are consolation for
Even the darkest night
Of shimmering stars
Are consolation for
Even the darkest night
(c) 2015, by Hannah Six
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