Autumn runs through
my fingers and winter
a hidden spring fringed
lush with lichen and
fronds nodding in
the watery exhalation
where cool rises from
the earth blue and deep
enough to dive to sink
into when September is yet
distant the faintest
suggestion of relief around
the day’s persistent edges
(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
Image: Halcyoon (CC BY-SA 4.0)
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