Above the orchard, tall
trees against a buttery
sky, sating my spirit’s
deep hunger, portending
umber flanks
of gourd-round hills,
a pasture dotted
Heaven, northern dusk
fog-sheltered need,
won as we cried for more,
but by dawn, still and
you should see
where, small and fragile,
it lives on in me.
(c) 2017, by Hannah Six
Image: racorvese
