“autumn drains
to shivering voids…”
“when the autumn leaves begin to fall
and vibrant colors melt to earthen hues
I sink into ashen chills of damp earth—”
“betwixt me and thee
lies dark’s coldest—bleak abyss…”
"another cold autumn moon
kisses her somber mountains..."
"above spilled bones of dead trees
she still—takes my breath away..."
“the moon smiles down at me
from its reticent February lair…”
A Tanka poem that describes in simple and few words—the First Law of Poetry…
“April’s flood me with color
but this year—she hid away”
Another Elfchen poem on my deep desire to find some green…
