our secrets seem safe
beneath dunes of pure white snow–
where they lie preserved!
to keep our secrets covered
we must hold back the seasons
–photo by me
Tag: tanka
tanka: guiding lights
the best guiding lights
i’ve encountered in my life
did not shine brightly
they captured my attention
with a soft, beautiful glow
–photo by me
tanka: forgotten
if you work with wood
even your best work always
ends up rotten
work with words and your best work
will never be forgotten
–photo by me
tanka: bound
a winter sunset
may hold us spellbound when we
should be homeward bound;
where we find boundless beauty,
danger is bound to follow
–photo by me
tanka: dark light
I once chased the sun
to escape the dark of night–
but I was a fool;
when the dark overtook me,
I finally saw the stars!
–photo by me
tanka: visitors
winter clouds come down
for a visit, but they get
hung up in the trees
it’s nice to have visitors–
till they hang around too long
–photo by me
tanka: fisherman
a true fisherman
reels in more than just fish
when he’s on the lake–
he catches serenity,
solitude, and peace of mind.
–photo by me
tanka: evergreen
a proud pine stands in
the resplendent autumn woods–
and is not impressed
their loud colors are soon gone
yet he remains evergreen
–photo by me
tanka: learn to let go
trees adorn themselves
with beautiful autumn leaves–
just to let them go
all things are impermanent
so we must learn to let go
Tanka: WWJD?
We Americans
Say we’re a Christian nation–
Clearly, we are not.
We have far more vacant homes
Than we have homeless people.
michaeljordahl 