Crisp, golden leaves drink in sunlight and break underfoot into pieces like ripped bits of paper dried with ink. Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems. -Alina
Author: Alina H. Hansen Writer & Poet
Alina Happy Hansen is a writer, poet, and blogger based in San Francisco. Besides writing nearly 24/7 and reading stacks of books, Alina enjoys watching classic horror films and listening to Stoner Metal. She holds a Bachelors of Arts in English with a Minor in Writing and Rhetoric Studies from The University of Utah.
The Night Opens (poem #304)
The night opens, a flower petal falls. There are only enough birds to fill the sky. Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe to read more of my poems! -Alina
Daylight (poem #303)
Holding, grasping, pleading sun shine licks the back of my neck and rises earlier to warm the soft ground holding onto every last moment, as it is shortened by seconds, minutes and hours. Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems! -Alina
Fall (poem #302)
Holding crisply and clinging to limbs waiting for a shake, waiting for the cold to seep in. Birds murmur the change in coming, ruffling feathers and looking pleased. Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems! -Alina
The Nights Twist (poem #301)
The nights twist and turn under the heartless moon crisp and the color of cream, a soul reimagining the world under the cover of the night sky. Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems! -Alina