Last night I
subsided into
a gorge dark
rose and
bronze and
sand fine and soft
and deep closing
warm around
my ankles. Now
summer rolling up
the snow a dripping
towel of cold grit
and no color on
the trees
coming tall
as a wave high as
a delirious flock
of Canada geese
majestic wise
carrying our dreams
to heaven.
(c) 2017, by Hannah Six
Image: brh1028
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