Secret Roads (Day 288)

Trickling valleys slide

toward the water, dark 
as cedars standing 

sentinel, concealing 

secret roads 
and urgent passageways, 
branches 

calming the nervous, 

fog-brightened night.

Here, joy turns 
to wonder, grief 
to contemplation. 

New growth, a tender 
haze of green, emerges
before the forest’s 
detached gaze, 
in stillness,
ancient consolations.

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

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Indifference (Day 135)

Photo: NASA

Indifference turns Its back 

toward the fern embellished wall.

How poverty offends them.

False, soft voices rise and fall, 

like joy. A liquid starless 

sky obscures—rivers flood 

but truth is scarce.

Fragrant lies glissade, stirring 

ancient broken landscapes.

Forests will replace these things,

vast oceans will diminish fools.

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six