Tag: tanka

autumn winds play with cruel faces

six words later the rain explodes

the drizzle stops for some honey and wine

dangerously dry o sweet lips of mine

peace is a place with bonfires dying in the rain

mnemonic scent stirs memories autumn pier

the reinvention of a season to quell this fire

dark before dawn we trade dreams and wake

mynah fetches a dream from the alley bin

autumn moon floats at the edge of paradise