Quietly settled,
Gaze straight ahead listening
To their quaint whispers.
Wind blowing, branches swaying
As they speak to me softly.
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Quietly settled,
Gaze straight ahead listening
To their quaint whispers.
Wind blowing, branches swaying
As they speak to me softly.
I admire your economy and your resistance to extending this just for the sake of doing so.
This is a mystic expression and indeed they transport me to a poetic world of Robert Frost, for there Frost see things we can not see, the beauty of something we can not see ordinarily.
Great tanka! :wave:
Great! ~~,
Have always been fascinated by and with leaves. Your short piece adds to it.
goldenrod.
A poem from the past... enjoyed !
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor