sweet, the tumbling
sliding into dreams unbroken
vast, opaque, the snowfall
words unspoken
glanced at sideways
or altogether disregarded
silent, then
so low, the hard ground
wide open, clover
sweet green apronfuls
a gentle place
to land, unbroken, and
a place to rest
(c) 2013, by Hannah Six
Poem 90: Tumbling
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