Thursday, April 11, 2013

Tanka 1

Spring's thrilling trills,

dusky x-marked peepers sing,

words can't catch this sound.

Yet footfall crackling dry leaves

can capture  . . .  fearful silence.












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July

heat lightning flies, with fireflies vies - flashing bright in the thick, dark air.