March Comes In
Tanka for a March Moon and Haiku for Clouds
The weather has been been swinging between warm and cold, early spring and late winter. The latter is still quite welcome as we continue hoping fervently for a splash of rain before heading into the heat of a desert summer.
First comes a tanka for a cold night.
Far in the west, moon,
you pull the chill behind you
like an old blanket,
threadbare with too much winter.
Brr, we will be cold tonight!
Bats are an important and special part of the desert’s ecosystems.
Just one small, high chirp:
I’m reassured in darkness.
Bats are company.
And another haiku as the clouds move in.
The rain clouds drift down
like a child by a gray pool
trailing her fingers
I find the arrival of birds a very welcome thing, every time. It always reassures me that my world, the one they are arriving into, is an acceptable place to them.
On another topic. I gathered together 110 poems, which I whittled down from 200. But I am not moved to go on to the next step, all the sending out to others for more editing. I really don't know if the world needs another book of poetry, in all honesty. I'll give it a few months or longer to see if it shakes off the doldrums and wants for bigger things. Wes
"like a child by a gray pool / trailing her fingers." 🩶💧🩶