When you come desperate
for answers for comfort
is it gold you want or tea
or beautiful words
artfully arranged
in columns against
a backdrop of new-fallen snow
is it a performance lavishly
staged tragic and wise
when you come do you mean
to go sheltering in the nighttime
scents of a moss-hung forest or
diving below foam-crested waves
far beyond the point desperate
for answers do you seek
truth or some pale version
masquerading as the morning mist
(c) 2020 by Hannah Six
Image: Brocken Inaglory (CC BY-SA 3.0)
via Wikimedia Commons
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