Tag: Tanka

night broke some windows

ransacking both soul and mind

as demons will do

but chaos begets order

and order needs awakening

Infiltrating us
The night sang of our wonder
As breath turned to ice

And ice turned to winter hope
And hope to passion, in turn…

there is time and space

and there are times and spaces

these are not the same

for one is conceptual

and the other life, itself

much that wasn’t, was

the summer serena rose

leaving behind such

timid constraints as once held

her in place, acquiescent

it is no mistake

thinking far too beautiful

thoughts about summer

when the shadows are afraid

of ruining the picture