Wednesday, March 16, 2016

Tanka poems by Kayla

Spring

a lonely crocus

deep in the woods

I walk this winding path

hoping to see you



above the field

a hawk circles

in her silence

suddenly I am aware

of being alone



early morning

a white skunk

climbing up the creek bank

I follow her

into the farm field



noisy crows

filling up the trees

in the cemetery

the grave stones are quiet

the  balloons are white 



one  grain of sand 

on a vast beach

only a speck

in the universe

this world of ours



white cat

out of the darkness

into the darkness

the moon rises

above the trees



farm field

a cat watches

across our difference

I make my way

toward her



spring robin

nesting in the evergreens

coming home

I also look forward

to have a family



spring

sparrow on sparrow

in the side yard

memories of our honeymoon

and all the love



quiet house

above our roof

the sound of geese

fades into the distance

a part of me follows



mausoleum

through the peep hole

I look into the past

and at the same moment

into the future



night walk

met an old women

sitting on a bench

we talked about health

and about Russia



years fade away

to become the present

and moments ahead the future

becomes the present

then again the past





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