Tag: tanka

barley soaked overnight a cup of fog

frail bodies at war with the morning light

pay attention else the river will lure you in

autumn emotions buried in the inbetween

dead fish in limbo neither river nor earth accepts its body

down by the river banks death fills the air

man machine and black clouds on a collision course

the hush from the curtains after dark

watches the sunrise alone barnacled rock

prewinter winds enunciating each sigh