Tanka Sequences
shadows call to me
I walk
into the break of day
accompanied
by sparrowsong
and your shadow
slanted light
caresses the ruins
at eventide
shadows call to me,
but I do not answer
the dark side
a portent
of dangerous times
anvil clouds
press the setting sun
under water
rainbow flares
of nacreous clouds
we are
easily seduced
by the dark side of beauty
nothing
farm auction . . .
we have nothing
left to lose
except these thistles
rooted in our hearts
rumours echoed
through the streets
of our town
nothing to do but run
and we are running, still
the surest way
water reeds
trail from the paddles
of a bull moose
it is moments like this
that make me whole
pawprints
of spirit bears lead me
to water
following a river
is the surest way home
Individual Kyoka
ladies who lunch . . .
two white-tailed deer
daintily sample
the fresh salad bar
in my garden cafe
Individual Tanka
you who were
made of brilliance
thank you
for the theory
of everything
(for Stephen Hawking)
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