Tag: tanka

shadow looms under the dirty river surface

tintinnabulation the river crow hangs its head in prayer

no love is lost between the river and crow

the autumn river glows and remembers to flow

the squeal of river otters fills the grey

crescent at dawn guides the traveller with a smile

hands hunger for the gold upon cloud ridges

after the skyline dusk cloud slopes heavenward

noon nap fill our heads with deep blue

this body alternates between different planes of existence