reading by lamplight
the intermittent tattoo
of a cold spring rain
cocooned under covers
let winter linger a little

#tanka #poetry

birthday reminder:
facebook wall posts become a
makeshift memorial
a digital dead letter office
to a departed friend

#tanka #poetry

first winter's dawn
fog-blurred trees, but sharp-edged moon
pale robin's egg blue
a hesitant hope of
finally turning the corner

#tanka #poetry

imperceptibly
the days will start to lengthen
incrementally
a scientific certainty
that still feels like it needs faith

#WinterSolstice #tanka #poetry

december morning
lying in bed, listening
relentless traffic
inescapable bustle
lazy sunday guilt

#tanka #poetry

another spider
camping out in the corner.
what do you eat?
i envy your patience,
sitting stock-still in your web

#tanka #poetry

Nostalgia for not only this album of #French #Canadian folk #music , but also the store in my hometown where I first heard it. Found out recently the space is vacant now.

rediscovery:
an album from a prior life.
brief nostalgia, but
discomfort to find that it
no longer quite fits my ears

#tanka #poetry

Dentdelion - "La voilà ma mie"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CeBcbvr6En0

black marker hashes
this year so short, yet so long
no new page to turn
on this dry erase calendar
or my weariness

#tanka #poetry

from the overpass
winter sunset's pastel palette
a welcome contrast
to the daily office grind
to the glare of screens & streets

#tanka #poetry

another workday:
endless emails, pointless tasks,
so many meetings.
on the evening commute home:
the muted pink of moonrise

#tanka #poetry

faint crescent rises
over a dull, dirty dusk
the day and night both
faded, stretched thin, and worn
as the weary traveler

#tanka #poetry

an icy fall wind
swirls leaves and black birds alike
indistinguishable
in the slate blue of twilight
a superstitious shudder

#tanka #poetry

Unseasonably warm around here today for early November. Seems like both are trying to make the most of it.

a burst of blossoms
an edge of desperation
in the blur of bees
rosemary and bees both
brace for the coming winter

#tanka #poetry

dry, papery rustle
of faded, crushed confetti:
bagging the raked leaves.
autumn's short-lived display
lined up, then hauled away

#tanka #micropoetry

the autumn campfire
sizzles against the drizzle
of a starless night
orange embers spiral up
eager to take their place

#tanka #poetry

I think one reason I like the woods so much is not that it's quiet, but that it's just the right sort of sound. It's nature's tinnitus masking.

relentless ringing
no solace in silence, so
instead i seek
wind's ceaseless, subtle whisper
the shuffling shush of leaves

#tanka