Category Archives: Tanka

Silent cry

There are those who say

dumb animals do not feel

they should look afresh

communication is found

alongside their sentience

Orange, shining globe,

tethered to the horizon

by watery strands,

shadows lengthen as dwindling

daylight proclaims the Winter 

High  above the deck

while watching the rise and fall

of the cold, dark waves

below, the deep throated gong

measures each hour completed

Water cycle

Rivulets a’plenty
meander over the moor
in their time-worn paths,

brooks and streams in headlong rush
eager for the sea’s embrace