ice-bound,
a mosaic of leaves
suspended
between seasons
like frayed memories
I skate backward
through the rag-ends
of childhood,
a warm potato
in each mitten
My thanks to Pamela Babusci who mentioned the following poem in her Tanka Journey feature in this issue:
a halo around
the long night moon . . .
I find
another strand
of mother's light
Winner
10th Annual Moonbathing Contest
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