tanka

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

Monday, January 9, 2017

the why . . .





a redbird
hunting crumbs in snow—
the child’s first glimpse 
leaving unanswered
the why of bright wings

 ~red lights 12:2, June 2016



breaking ice
from a frozen rut
I skim
the silver shards
into the windswept sky

~Eucalypt 20, May 2016

2 comments:

  1. Stunning winter tanka with killer last lines. What perfect imagery: the brightness of redbird in the snow.

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