tanka

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

Saturday, February 27, 2016

vibrations

cold fog 
enveloping my world
Bach
pours from the radio 
the light of trumpets

~GUSTS 21, spring/summer 2015


cello concerto—
no need for string theory
to convince me
the universe vibrates
to a deeper harmony

~A Hundred Gourds 4:4, Sept. 2015


the musician
speaks of going deeper
into the music—
playing for himself alone
he wraps us in his magic cloak

~GUSTS 22, fall/winter 2015

Friday, February 12, 2016

with cold lips

frost flowers
melting on the windowpane—
my breath
a passageway
among the stars

~Ribbons 11:1, winter 2015


nine red birds
in a swirl of snow. . .
have they flown
from some fairy tale
yet to be written?

~red lights 11:2, June 2015


with cold lips
she tastes the snow
on frozen pomegranates—
Persephone dreaming
of meadowsweet and rue






Wednesday, February 3, 2016

sparrows

sparrows 
in the hedgerow
unheeded
I fall into step
with the quick of their wings


~cattails Jan. 2015


in cold rain
a sparrow alights
for a moment
on my grocery cart—
my urge to curtsy

of Literature and Arts 2:1, Feb. 2014