Flock of robins singing
into a November landscape
as if it were spring
Translucent trail of sepia
ink flowing through
a gold-nibbed pen
Once-green hills glowing violet
in winter’s shifting light
Understanding
they are no longer
Loose-limbed weight
of a purring cat kneading
a woolly blanket
Single candle flame flickering
through colored glass
Sounds of children playing
outdoors late
into a summer evening
Knowing you always will
How a song leaves you
reeling with the sense
of a time and place long past
(c) 2020 by Hannah Six
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