Almost there (Day 972)

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