tanka

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

Sunday, February 12, 2017

Credo


closing behind me
the blue door of a dream
I hear the words
don’t forget the absolute
yet love the leaves & branches


shadows
and shafts of silver light
in the pine wood
the owl glides through both
with unruffled wings


stripped
of the last bright leaf
of ego
my bones sing harmony 
with the winter wind


~red lights 13:1, Jan. 2017




4 comments:

  1. Another beautiful sequence about someone who is at one with nature and, at the end, with herself.

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  2. __ Well seen, the doors of each day's life; an echo. _m

    this blue door
    passage to each days sky
    nights hinge

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    1. Thank you for stopping by and for your comment, Magyar! I like your response haiku!

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