tanka

tanka--
small songs I sing
to join
my voice to other voices
hidden in the grass

Saturday, May 24, 2014

two birds



these bobolinks
migrating home—

sojourners
in a Sabbath meadow 

with Emily and me

  ~Skylark 1:2, winter 2013


calling
the hermit thrush calling
myself. . . 
the answer comes
in a tongue I cannot speak


  ~The Bamboo Hut 1:1, August 2013

2 comments:

  1. Ah, but I think you can speak in that tongue. Your poems reflect how at one with nature you are.

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  2. Thanks, Janet, for your kind & encouraging comment!

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