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
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Very Good one Pat. I like! On a weird note, we still have no snow and it’s barely freezing. We live in the snow belt, and it’s feeling like a drought coming. I still haven’t mounted the plow on my quad.
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Glad you like it Jim😊
We had that one slushy snow fall so far which amounted to about 4 inches. It all melted the next day. Right now it’s 35F. Earlier it was in the 20s, I would rather that than the snow☺.
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The first verse alone is such… such!
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Oh WOW, I LOVE this.
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Oh, good to hear. Thank you😊
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Most welcome always 🙂
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Your imagery is so expressive, Pat. The creaky bones are amazing! ❤
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Thank you, Colleen😊
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You’re welcome. ❤
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Excellent, of course! 🥀😎
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Thank you, Dorna😊
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Winter is here 😊
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For sure, my bones keep dwelling on it😉
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A lovely tanka. I like how your third line pivots and the knowing of creaking bones.
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Thanks Janice.
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