Darker outside almost
there brighter in your light
is always out hedonist
in summer swooping
southward embracing
winter’s scoured sin
bereft of leaves
and company
so pale go the bones
meager into the boiling soup
enough and frail still
the willow wept ice tears
for graceful flocks of starlings
who sweep the night sky
clear knowing
what blooms in spring
beyond the hedge wayward
and green
completes a tender loop
(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
Image: MaxPixel
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