tanka

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

Sunday, January 8, 2017

winter sounds

a slant of sun
across the snowy wood . . .
in crystal stillness
the barred owl’s voice
closer than breathing

~Atlas Poetica 24, spring 2016


the sound
of leafless trees in winter . . .
spaces
in the melody
to draw a breath

~Skylark 4:1, summer 2016






2 comments:

  1. Different journals but how well these two go together: closer than breathing, to draw a breath. I feel like I'm there.

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  2. Thanks, Janet! I like discovering how poems go together 'after the fact.'

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