silently
across hard piano keys
a soft duster
the spring breeze feels its way
through old wind chimes
Tag: tan renga
budding trees
the letter wide open
to suggestions
gently her tongue slides
sealing the envelope
This is a tan renga, a form of linked verse,
new moon
the wind in the cypress
a waterfall
Vincent caught up
in the current
regrets
the way snow gathers
in pine boughs
where is the spring
to lift this weight?
New Year’s Day
last night’s candle
still burning at dawn
our fresh start
to the same old story