Bridge (Day 432)

Bridge of no burdens. 

Leaf-green light, bright with warblers.

Beneath, clear stream flows.

(c) by Hannah Six

Image: Bergadder/Pixabay

Conscious Planet (Day 306)

raw and ugly   sawed blankly through 

the black green hillside of tumbledown 

trees presaging landslides to come   

slipping and slumming down on every 

gambler who packs his ivory-colored heart 

on the back of a public flirtation or 

a private-jet barter for a smallish blue planet 

careening through emptiness without 

a driver   its liquid center sloshing and 

splashing like a fringe-festival flask in 

the governor’s pocket   tender and aquatic   

fragile and pliant   she will rise to her full 

height one day and exact her molten revenge

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

Image: Jim D Griggs, US Geological Survey 

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

Image: StockSnap

Lapsed Lovers, Part 1 (Day 281)

balloons bloom into clouds,

splashing shadows on the shining 

heads of twelve lapsed lovers, who turn 

their dazed eyes inward, reveling in 

triumphs, recounting tales of yearning 

and rough-hewn wisdom 

not one remarks on the livid scars 

that mar their conquered hearts, 

evidence of arrow-wounds, proof of 

the ancient sorrows and false starts 

that brought them to this place, 

a garden of gods, where they muse 

and stroke the smooth red skin 

of apples with their busy mouths 

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

Image: ateliersludosophiques

Against a Buttery Sky (Day 276)

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

Orchard Waltz (Day 268)

October

windfall scents

crackling air 

red and gold 

apple  pear

cobblestones 

pave pathways

and clearings

cricket choir

announces

post-harvest 

consensus 

diffident 

bullfrogs grunt

their assent

in the wings

November

whispers

goodnight

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

Image: Derek Harper

Cypress (Day 262)

sea-beguiled cypress

intent on sashiko waves

rippling whispers

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

Image: skeeze

Gingko (Day 249)

Xanthous gingko quilt

Fetid swathe of silken fans

Unfurled overnight

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

Image: TeamGrayDuck

Autumn Haiku (Day 209)

Autumn trickles in.

Light shifts, leaves rattle in wind.

Still, summer lingers.

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

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