Tag: tanka

the deepest scars are those of winter mango tree reveals

annoyed by the golden hour crows tussle in mid-air

overreaching shadows the bridge that no one crosses

burns angry in the river grey twilight sun

grey gathers and the little ones war over the tv remote

winter walls darken the static speaks to the flesh

brevity of the river fog’s beauty in a single breath

dawn the full moon bares her soul but we gaze at the earth

noon the foraging squirrel is it buddha you seek?

arms raised to the sky we pretend to be mango trees