Conversation (Day 464)

Slithering vines still.

A conversation begins.

Listening to stones.

Careless, current slows.  

Diffident flames stir cool air.

Smoke winds like sorrow.

(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

Image: StockSnap/Pixabay

Beach Fire (Day 328)

Freighters’ lights, like stars,

glimmer and swim

in the distance. Between swells, 

they fall from view. Our eyes 

track their progress, instinctively

seeking their reappearance

each time they drop into vast 

watery valleys below the black 

horizon. Watching driftwood burn,

we feel the cold sand dampening.

Nearby, waves tumble and hiss,

closer now than before. The tide 

is turning. We must go.

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

Image: Aris_Tsitiridis