tanka

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

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Sonatina

light fading
at the tunnel’s end
I slip away
down the fluted passage
inside a singing reed


longing
to open the clear wings
of music
I breathe into my flute
a flight of butterflies


the murmur 
of wind-turned leaves
before a storm—
the soft cry of a mourning dove
echoes in my flute


~Skylark 2:2, Winter 2014


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