Afternoon Melts (Day 217)

afternoon melts 

warm breeze through 

topaz days of baseball 

and lawn-mowing and 

complex watery 

flowers sliding down 

lilac and gray 

evenings drawn long as 

tart cherry pie 

tender crisp and sweet 

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

(Image: Vintage picnic [1962], courtesy of Heather)

Mars Fires (Day 207)

Mars fires paper lies.

Clearly, glacial summer sleeps.

Cedars stand their guard.

Storms erase low-hanging fruit:

Empty secrets cowards sell.

Grief awaits late spring.

Rain falls, men sit together.

Deserts spit their fire.

Later, waves of steam ascend.

Prose laps at the shore.

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

Image: tpsdave