sundogs past the vale --
late Spring's changing wind atop
the same, sturdy tent
bald mountain rains--
the worms retreat
with every step
'
sunset river-bat~
i stand deaf on the loud shore,
with star and crescent moon
'
Spring-summer fronts ~
tornado siren, trains;
owls on the edge
the French Broad's roar
doesn't drown the bass across--
campsites decay
pristine pristineness~
comparing filth with (to less) filth,
unnatural taste
'
individual--
tree, then mycelial port,
ants, woodpecker feast.
earth, life, openness;
a walking-staff's thud.
~
water's tone
over three leaves~
a steady stream
~
mountain spring of Spring--
a higher note is struck
in flowing free
shady water source--
salamander audience
of fullness' ease
mountain nooks in bloom--
univied cradles pause,
contact deeper breath
~
almost summer--
a level ridge
stretches our backs
~
growls in the Spring dark--
a large rodent returns home
to unwelcome guests.
Spring lushness--
mountain sunrays glide north
as we climb
woodpecker echoes ~
the empty forest vibrates
my growing hunger
~
please feel free to form a tanka with any of these starting verses. perhaps renga will follow
