in winter, there are
no wasps left in the nest to
shovel off the roof
only the queen lives, and you
can’t expect her to do it
–photo by me
tanka tuesday 12/16/25
Tag: tanka
past our prime (tanka)
i look up and see
old apples still on the tree–
they’re a lot like me
soft, over-ripe, and snow-crowned,
we just keep hanging around
–photo by me
tanka tuesday
an ingredient
that can make all food taste great:
the picnic table–
especially when it’s on
the shore of a forest lake
–photo by me
dark omen? (tanka)
now, a thing of dread:
a dark omen overhead–
the crow comes calling!
or is the bird just distressed
because i’m close to her nest?
–photo by me
slice in time (tanka)
this moment between
past and future is as thin
as an empty thought–
yet it holds no less than the
entire universe at once
–photo by me
paths, interrupted (tanka)
nothing makes a man
reconsider his path like
a close lightning strike–
that goes for his path in life
as well as his path in step
natural man (tanka)
when it’s time to die,
i hope it happens at home–
here, in the forest
and so deep among the pines,
that nature can take its course
–photo by me
when heaven can’t wait (tanka)
don’t put off the things
that you want to do in life
until the end nears,
for heaven may be closer
than it presently appears
–photo by me
off to see the wizard (tanka)
looks like i’ve found a
secret, hidden entrance to
a magical realm
if i never come back out,
you’ll know i was right, indeed
–photo by me
tales from beyond (tanka)
some of the campfires
we see burning in the sky
must have attendees–
i wonder what great campfire
stories we’re missing out on
–photo by me
michaeljordahl 