Tag: tanka

quietly the seasons fold space and time

autumn the blood crawls back into limbs

rain outside we cringe at the gecko’s tail swishing

black guards trail behind queen blue butterfly

deep wood junglefowl dances atop its log throne

waterhen chick peeks from its hideout like a thief in the autumn shadows

black butterfly wings beat hard in the blazing field

the river baits us with plastic and secret sermons

laughter of children warms the cold concrete

noon petrichor a loathing dream of grey miasma