tanka – Page 6 – Poems from in between

Day 8

daffodils unfold stretching pedals to endless evening sky; breathing deep, shoulders unwind, arms reach wide across earth

Jenifer

I stand on this track awaiting movement, opening to suggestion, as many before, I leave one thin layer of gray dust

Jenifer

empty lanterns, with leaf-littered, winter-worn skin, dangle in the dark breeze, biding your time, doubting

Jenifer

you sought to fill me as if there was space I did not want empty; the sky holds nothing

Jenifer

wind obscures all it runs through does not know its own name or mine; I give it my leaf

Jenifer

dried wheat bending, kneeling in the soft breeze open a path to deep underneath

Jenifer