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

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


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.