Tag: tanka

we say nothing and let the drizzle die

reading aloud the autumn rain as my witness

exposed in bed every raw emotion

night shift the cannibalisation of shadows

quiet on shadowy hills the mist thins

basho’s pond the turtle weeps for the frog

designed to serenade the autumn windsong

silent drive sea eagle spirals into the gloom

the ghastly grey face of the morning storm

identities buried deep in the autumn storm