the blush of autumn
now long gone, a quiet grace
takes its turn in time –
through creaky bones, a knowing –
like spring vines set to run wild
Pat R
12/04/18
For Tanka Tuesday over at Colleen Weekly Tanka Tuesday
the blush of autumn
now long gone, a quiet grace
takes its turn in time –
through creaky bones, a knowing –
like spring vines set to run wild
Pat R
12/04/18
For Tanka Tuesday over at Colleen Weekly Tanka Tuesday
