Amidst Tricksters
On geyser time, we rise throughout the night with Old Faithful chilled to the marrow, despite layers and down bags and molten rock a mere three miles below our tent. Perhaps it’s just the airborne moisture, finally cooling and settling down for the night. Or perhaps it’s the ghosts of Chief Joseph and his kin, keening for their long-lost home.
rising
from the caldera
warbling wisps
of coyote chorus
spirit us away
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Autumn Noelle Hall
Autumn Noelle Hall, tanka prose editor for Ribbons, says tanka holds memory, emotion, people and place. Like her cabin in the Colorado mountains, it is home to husband, daughters, wild birds, waterfalls, an Australian shepherd (and the deer he trails), bears, mountain lions and their tracks through the snow. But tanka is also a form of reckoning and reconciliation; a way to truly see and make sense of the world. Much like her camera, tanka is Autumn?s lens on life.
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Takes me right to Yellowstone, and to deep sorrows of lands lost. Very rich. Well done.
I shiver at the rumble.
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Gorgeous writing!
This wonderful narrative rekindled surreal memories of our last visit.
beautiful!
Dear Autumn,
Thank you for sharing this artistic and insightful haibun. I really like the cultural perspective. Congratulations on your publication.
Best wishes with your writing endeavors.
Blessings,
Karen
Beautiful.
Really enjoyed your work, thanks for sharing it with us.
Richly textured, very evocative.
Many to thanks to all of you for reading my work and for your kind words; I am grateful to have such good company along on this poetry journey!