Alina Happy Hansen

Writer in San Francisco, CA

  • rural dirt road intersection in countryside
    Crossroads

    I saw her at the 

    Crossroads, black dog at her heel

    A torch in her hand

    Another drink, a day gone

    Torch burning in the darkness

The Sun Beats (poem #294)

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The sun beats down

on the golden hills of summer

the air is crisp and waiting

for the cold brush of fall.

 

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-Alina