tanka

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

Sunday, January 11, 2015

shapeshifting

the gray fox
slipping like mist
through a shimmer
of moonlight 
my shadow



shapeshifting
through deep time. . .
inside the wing of a bat
the bones of my hand 
take flight

2 comments:

  1. Once again, through your poetry we see how at one you are with the birds and beasts of our natural world.

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