tanka

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

Friday, October 20, 2017

gone



the scream
of a red-tailed hawk
over the wood
where dozers wait—
my silent cry an echo


the giraffe
earns a place
on the Red List—
Gaia’s ghost
haunts my dreams


stacking stones
to build a cairn . . .
balancing
Earth’s bones,
I awaken to vertigo


fifty years
from discovery
to extinction—
a Pagan reed-warbler
sings in my heart


4% survived
the Permian extinction,
giving rise
to all that lives . . .
and to my flightless hope


~Ribbons 13:1, Winter 2017


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