Photo: Jason Hollinger
Thick layers of stillness drape
the cornfield's winter stubble,
midnight sky pearly and pale,
her face concealed behind
a veil of crystals dropping
like petals onto the drifts'
unmarred shoulders with
barely more than a sigh.
Hushed, the world rests.
Hushed, we walk, slowly,
each step ending with
a creak, until we stand
in the great wide open,
faces turned toward
the flakes that cling
like tiny feathers
to our eyelashes.
(c) 2017, by Hannah Six
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