A Tanka for Spring
Worm Moon whispers sighs
frowns, blows down through her pursed lips.
These frost-cold snow clouds–
unwelcomed winter cousins–
stay. No dirt stirs tonight.
© Damon Dean 2015
I am participating this month in a challenge hosted by Michelle Heidenrich Barnes at TodaysLittleDitty.com . The challenge issued from her guest author Margarita Engle is to write a tanka on any topic.
But specifically Engle asks us to “Seek the resonance that enters a poem only when it is touched by the stillness of nature.”