Tag: Tanka

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

tell me of your joys,
and hear now the range of hers:
risible moments,
swept up in lathered laughter,
that purify a worn heart

at the ocean’s edge,
autumn stretches timidly,
but she comes in waves —

singing as she wanders on;
heaven and earth brought closer