sculpted
from alabaster . . .
these faces
with empty eyes,
so beautifully sad
soft thuds
of falling acorns
punctuate
our contented silence . . .
a new story unfolds
persimmons
peeled and hanging
out to dry . . .
autumn's harvest
shines brighter this year
Honoured to have my thoughts appear on the back cover:
Tanka poets complete the statement: When I read or write tanka . . .
. . . I am mindful that these small gifts have immeasurable value both to the giver and the recipient. Such wordsongs, whether received or bestowed, reflect the harmonic call and answer between reader and writer that is nothing short of magical.
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