DECEMBER
The trees are all bare.
I can see the whole sky.
The high clouds sit still
while the low ones scoot by
in a rustling wind
that tickles porch chimes
as the wink of a moon watches
silent and wise.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2021
DECEMBER
The trees are all bare.
I can see the whole sky.
The high clouds sit still
while the low ones scoot by
in a rustling wind
that tickles porch chimes
as the wink of a moon watches
silent and wise.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2021
Autumn Cento
Little grey dreams
holding up the hawk:
a blur in the periphery.
I’ve little time left.
Everything’s been said.
My heart is so giant this evening
following old
migratory patterns that would have been better left alone.
Someone raised a camera to capture us both in a moment;
the only gift I have to give.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2021
SOURCES:
1. Little Grey Dreams by Angelina Weld Grimké
2. In Gratitude by Abigail Carroll
3. The Hummingbird by Blas Falconer
4. Elegy for Estrogen by V. Penelope Pelizzon
5. Rabbits and Fire by Albert Rios
6. First by Carrie Fountain
7-8. anti-immigration by Evie Shockley
9. The Vine by Laura Kasischke
10. Offering by Albert Garcia