For Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday challenge.
Photo©José Moutinho
Grey as fog, the gulls,
in this end of winter mist,
soar on silent wings.
Where once hoarfrost lay, I touch
hard buds. All is change, spring stirs.
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The picture goes so well with the poem. Haunting and hopeful.
Thank you 🙂 The photo is perfect. All our fog has gone so I couldn’t take my own photo.
That happens sometimes.
I always look forward to reading your tanka and haiku.
Thank you! I’m pleased that they strike a chord with you.
Jane, your Tanka is brilliant! What a beautiful picture your words paint. ❤
Thanks so much, Colleen! The weather has changed today—warm and sunny—but we’ve been having high winds and thick fog for what seems like ages. The gulls haven’t liked it too much either.
We’ve had much the same here in the mountains, Jane. Not much snow this year. I’m ready for spring! ❤
ready for springtime
summertime’s warmth vibrant color
falls, fog fraught mornings
winters frost frills freezing fog
natures changing seasons
fog blinded my mind
inspiration lost in time
did the challenge but
Jane Dougherty tanka wow
now changed my perception
a poets choice words
their heartfelt emotions
transcribed with much thought
how they might inspire change
clear the fog from woeful minds
a fires burning
foggy smoke white winter breaths
flames dancing changing
winters orchestra jamming
invites natures choir sing
Needless to say your tanka painted many pictures, could not say how many times I’ve read, it. Each time it took me back to many coastal venues, treasured memories, thank you Jane.
PS If its alright with Colleen, I’ll post them as a late entry re ‘Fog & Change, I am though going to post the on my blog, with a pingback so other folk can soak up your day at the coast. Thanks again,
Mick
I’m pleased it brought back memories, Mick, and I look forward to reading them in the form of tanka 🙂
done and nearly dusted ☺
Lovely, and I for one can’t wait for the spring!
Thank you! You are not alone, Marje 🙂
That’s for sure! 🙂