Walk on ground as the
mud squish in my toes and
I must close my eyes
to see flowers in my head
as sun sustains life again
One of hope I think. As we do approach a new season things still look bleak weather wise and otherwise too I suppose. Sometimes all we can do is write a poem.
Tanka
31 syllables
5-7-5-7-7
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I live in the country with a bird named Lauren, chickens, several rescue cats, two dogs Thelma & Louise, a hubby and my dragon Kye. Mostly, I blog about books and share my poetry. Some favorite things of mine are teas, tarot, gardening, taking photographs and getting into other earthy, soulful things.
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