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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Sunday, March 18, 2012

A Trio of Tanka

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Snipping back dry sprigs
Dirt under my fingernails
Scent of rosemary
Winter's unruly blanket
Shelters spring's tidy green growth
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Great blue heron prints
Raccoon trails under boardwalk
Deer hooves pressed in mud
Hieroglyphics of the wild
What is lost in translation?
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Tiny white flowers
Paint over winter's canvas
Pure as spring snowfall
Come summer, white becomes red
Innocence becomes passion

6 comments:

Brian Miller said...

love the middle one...we have lost much of the wild and call it progress eh?

Fireblossom said...

Oh, so now it's tanka instead of haiku? I thought tankas were little trucks. You just like to torment poor Fireblossom, don't you, Mouse?

;-)

Heaven said...

beautiful tanka...i specially appreciate the images of spring's tiny buds, deer hooves in mud and painting of winter's canvas into spring ~

Mama Zen said...

I love these! I particularly like "hieroglyphics of the wild."

Bouncin Barb said...

Sounds exactly like my kind of peaceful piece of nature!

darev2005 said...

You have such a lovely way of bringing things into perspective. My mornings would be much drearier without you.