Alas, enough!
Summer’s lush foliage
How can we fight —
cool dusky groves
how defeat — this
gradually fading glowing
shape-shifting enemy,
like October spring
alien to every
one cricket singing himself
common understanding?
to sleep
© 2020 by Hannah Six
children’s high voices
falling leaves
nearby a couple argues
again
an emptiness opens
at my feet
a quiet waiting space
tomorrow
laughing playing working
together
every breeze confetti bright
against green grass
a crash a shout
again
chairs scrape wood
and on a blue screen
two grown men berate
each other and we
sigh like the breeze
scattering this
momentary sadness across
a carpet of red and gold
because our waiting
is nearly over and the quiet
space is shrinking
like ice in warming water
© 2020 by Hannah Six
Lipstick dotted her front teeth, and on each eyelid hovered
a dash of electric blue, somewhere in the vicinity of her lashes.
She said: Isn’t it droll, how things seem to go from bad to worse?
She said: A friend in need is a pain in the ass!
She said: Pour me another one, would you sweetie?
She was seldom refused.
And now, suitcase in tow, she smiled at the cloudy sky,
and walked away without a single backward glance.
She said: Any old goat can manage a grand entrance, but
it takes real sophistication to make a memorable departure.
© 2020, by Hannah Six
Somewhere, fishing boats
sway on a placid harbor
a column of vultures
wheels in a glassy sky
fed by glaciers, a creek
bisects a wild meadow
and the world is
about to burst
into bloom
doubling back on itself
again and again
a gravel road climbs
the air is soft
the ocean warm
and time itself
is patient
all this, somewhere,
but — today —
not here.
© 2020 by Hannah Six
in the darkening beyond
a well-lit window paradise beneath
frost-rimmed glass radiant
as snowflakes or billowing waves
twilight again veils
reflection so desire
mirrored in gentle dips and swells
adrift resting in wonder
(c) 2020 by Hannah Six
