Tag: tanka

whets her tongue upon cosmic fires invoking the red

chaos at the pier crows rattle almost barren trees

in their element waters rock solid and the flow of stone

our echoes digging deeper into the stone quarry

puts on a mask of shadows eastern face of the cliff

winter the dark rite of dancing trees in the night

the cold forest divided by the sound of the stream

every step of the way in the shadow of the winter moon

beyond the sun the flesh yearns for the call of paradise

buddha at the burn bin revisiting his faith