Dripping Words (Day 260)

old-fashioned roses 

russet pathway 

wends  hard-edged 

encircling a bench 

we chose in glossy 

April’s warmth  coffee 

cups in hand  legs 

splayed casually  

sunshine fierce  naïve 

and future-bound  

doubtless   in cocoons  

humming and content  

dripping words that 

never mattered as much 

as what we meant

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

Image: Pixabay

Patience (Day 232)

Collecting damp grass 

clippings on her hands, 

sweet Patience cartwheels 

into the clear 

evening, and nods to 

the butterfly circle. 

Wise, they may be, 

she knows, but excessively 

fond of treacle. Eyeing 

their clutter of clumsy wings, 

she says, to herself: 

“And it shows.” 

In their gossipy klatsch,

the mavens sip tea, 

while catching their friends 

telling lies. 

Fluttering, feigning, reluctant 

to reveal what each knows 

is her own thin disguise, 

they reign over the lawn, 

where Patience is 

yawning, stretched out

beneath a ring of

portly lepidopterans.

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

Image: public domain

Chrysalis (Day 220)

From all sides 

beleaguered  he curls inward 

sea anemone  protecting 

its tender center  

chrysalis  undefended  vulnerable 

somehow valiant in pure 

inevitability  facing down storms  

exposed  yet diffident  

his strategy  detachment 

rolled and coiled 

in deepest dark 

in singular solitude  it begins 

in a crystal spark 

a listless centering  elemental 

listening will be his 

salvation  intuition  the springtime of 

his moist-winged fluttering  

carried aloft 

by a grateful current

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

Image: msandersmusic