Tag: tanka

winter static the reattachment of lips

the collective consciousness slowed by the seasons

after dark we redefine the quiet to suit our manic needs

desperation and the fog that threatens every waking step

your grim scented softness suffocates the senses

pitch black a hand slips through the veil to find comfort

winter at dawn the old crow’s guttural growl

limbs slinking from reaponsibilty possessed by the spirit of the cat

balancing off the edge of the curb hands off me winter winds

as the seasons do the words come and go as they please