Eleven p.m. (Day 865)

Eleven p.m.   star-splashed June world   

now branches still   mockingbird sings   

first crickets tune their instruments  

and airborne   poetry   fireflies   linger

(c) 2019, by Hannah Six

Image: Fireflies and Star Trails No. 3

Mike Lewinski/Flickr (CC BY 2.0)

Unmarred (Day 861)

impossible to watch 

these leaves   so tender   

so unmarred   to hear  

to feel  sublime against 

this rustling blue silk sky  

and other suns will rise  

and we  impermanent

will fade   the faint mist 

of another trailing day 

(c) 2019, by Hannah Six

Image: Ulleo/Pixabay

You can't argue with these things (Day 848)

you can't argue with these things   

hot afternoons   streaming   delicate 

incense   baked dust   pine resin 

and always always the lighthouse 

just out of view   terrible 

in its towering Olympian certainty   

a wandering heart   dreaming of prairies   

before and after  distant rumbling 

breakers teasing pristine sand then 

melting out of view   urging   beckoning 

a restless mind far as the eye can see

(c) 2019, by Hannah Six

Image: Danjocross/Pixabay