tanka

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

Monday, January 29, 2018

the streambank



another death . . .
I follow a path
thick with oak leaves
turning into soil,
nourishing the roots


rose hips 
and holly berries 
glistening 
in deep green hedgerows
winter quickens its wings


the brook
vanishes beneath the earth
to rise again
in a spatter of bluets 
. . .  this runnel of hope


~Ribbons 12:2, spring/summer 2016


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