Remember those you leave
stung by a wind like dirty snow
that tears away the end
of your warm life row by row
you knit that strange skein
unwinding comforting
as fall’s remaining leaves
their spice carried on the air
red and gold confetti long after
you melt into a slow mist
rolling high among your dark hills
where ancient landscapes speak
words long forgotten and curious
children walk toward goodbye
(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
Image: Shrewdcat (CC BY-SA 3.0)
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