Formal reception (Day 402)

Perfect white petals.

Slight eagerness stills cupped wings.

Formal reception.

Sternly, pines balk, branches bowed.

Eloquent wind speaks her mind.

Sighing, spring retreats.

Ice reclaims still pools and ponds.

Fickle winter smiles.

(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

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Hygge Tanka (Day 344)

On windows, frost blooms

Steam unravels from damp wool

Fire sighs and settles

Melting daylight drips like gold

Silent as cats, drafts slink in

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

First Frost (Day 322)

The saga of Roy G. Biv, unpresidential president, will continue tomorrow. He needed a mental-health day. Meanwhile...Winter.

Yesterday evening, a front blew 

through, stealing the last warm 

days, leaving our corner of 

the world shivering and serious. 

This morning, we are hunting 

spare blankets in unused closets, 

pulling on thick wool socks, 

and seeking the slippers 

mysteriously missing since May.

Now is a heavenly time to 

sit back and consider the spring. 

These long nights are sublime 

for leafing through gardening 

catalogs, planning vacations, 

and pondering roads that 

diverge in the woods up ahead. 

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

Note: Source of the final two lines is The Road Not Taken, by Robert Frost, whose poetry I have always loved. 

Image: Kellepics