In yellow roses (Day 1057)

In yellow roses

In a well-worn suitcase

In all the many words

In the way

   she turned her face 

     toward

In the middle 

    of saying nothing

In too deep

In the neverending 

    springtime of hello

In slow close dancing

In hands still held

In long years

    which seemed to fly

In the wake

    of that first glance

(c) 2019, by Hannah Six

Image: Théo van Rysselberghe, Yellow roses, 

persimmons, and mimosas (1911), oil on canvas,

via Wikimedia