Tanka: Snowflake


Blossom in the wind,

snow drifts pure white against grey,

cold ephemera.

In my hand the snowflake melts,

its cold seeps through to my bones.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

19 thoughts on “Tanka: Snowflake”

      1. It’s the curly hair vs straight hair debate — people want what they don’t have 🙂 At least with the cold you can layer up. With the heat you can only take off so many layers without it becoming some sort of public indecency matter before the courts!

      2. The heat is wonderful, but when you place a microwave popcorn bag on the pavement and it begins to pop, that’s the kind of heat that makes you start appreciating winter’s breath just that little more! ☺

      1. They’ve had it worse there. But they had so much snow–I think it was two years ago–they had to pile it up outside of the city, and there were still piles in June.

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