I have blogged this as a backlogged post. It is presently November 2, 2012. Having stumbled upon this as I go through my old poetry, it seemed worth having here.
moonbrush
delicate moon beams
silken sift though elder pines
flickering pallid
owl feathers dancing gentle
float through trembling canopy
Nature can never provide enough imagery for poetry. This particular expression of nature seemed to deserve a tanka.
twilight
a dismal expanse
trees fade into silhouette
life forgets to breathe
embraced by the fallen hush
an oak leaf lightly trembles
A tanka to the sunset. Probably inspired by the sunset as seen from the summit of Cow Mountain, just east of Ukiah, California.
sundown
far away dimming
lonesome sun melts quietly
on the horizon
birds fall into reverie
only a still breeze whispers
