Tanka 2010 - #886

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Down in black hollow

down in the flaking leaves

coyotes ...

I remember

the sparrow's bones.

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Trees of autumn

a wind

a rain

a tease of autumn

... and teas of autumn.

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Pop!

from leaves

in a ragged pile

she smiles

a snaggle smile.

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Full autumn moon ...

silver hills and trees

silver leaves upon a road

a silver road, a silver man

walks.

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Tossed and scratching

cracked and snapping

in cool winds

skins without potatoes

... autumn leaves.

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Just now ...

sunset through clouds folding

behind charred crows aflame

and leaves crisping

in autumn winds.

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Two whistles

from a chickadee -

Ha!

I didn't think

of that!

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Scraps ...

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A bit of word

a slip, a peel spun 'round

'n scribbled down

a hoarded try

... 'forgotten why.

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Eternal return ...

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... what comes

a hollow in the rain

to wander

to dream the dream

that follows ...

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Wilderness ...

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Little doe,

is it you?

Is this the way?

I'm coming

... little doe?

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Burdens ...

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... and comes

a hollow in the rain

to wander

to wander the hollow

... and wonder.

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Tiny grip

tiny green fly, tiny tip

of a hawthorn leaf

a tiny prize, tiny

... blip!

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Passing petals -

a spotted towhee

purring in a pine

above festivals

of dandelions.

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See, my love

for our sharp words

an autumn

awash and lost

in petal rains.

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On a warm stray wind

into the dream

of clouds in trees

that moment, the first flight

... of petals.

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Three shadows

three dancers

three and me, three lights

into the black

... four in the rain.

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Circus of spring

popping and bursting

peeling and flying

the names of the new

... names of the dead.

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Watching her, loving her

like the branches dancing

she's the breeze

spinning spins, but doesn't know

... never sees.

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Blinking

with the morning sun, threading

through the arching grasses

is that a giggle

... kitty?

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March moon

hiding from winter rains

and dreamers in rains

calling, falling

and cannot wait.

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