Thursday, September 27, 2012

Tanka by Kayla

measuring

my life

in terms of renewals

i realize

there's little time left

Haiku by Kayla

autumn

summer robins gather

in withered fields



my lost sister

the campfire out

ashes blow in the wind



mother's grave

leaves fall gently

on the still earth



mother's grave

i sweep away the leaves

revealing her name



bird flies away

the calico cat

flicks her tail