A tanka for Ronovan’s weekly haikai challenge.
tomorrow will come
night will lose its brilliance
stars pale in dawn light
so I can see morning rise
hope swelling in dormant buds
Haiku challenge: Future & Hope
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A tanka for Ronovan’s weekly haikai challenge.
tomorrow will come
night will lose its brilliance
stars pale in dawn light
so I can see morning rise
hope swelling in dormant buds
Philosophy is all about being curious, asking basic questions. And it can be fun!
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The imagery is splendid Jane.
Thank you, Hélène 🙂
Beautiful Jane 💜💜
Thank you!
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Lovely and hopeful. 🙂
Thank you 🙂
The rising sun is always like the resurrection of the world. Well done Jane! Best wishes, Michael
Thank you, Michael. It is, isn’t it? We heave a sigh of relief 🙂
I think so, Jane! 😉
🙂
Ohh lovely imagery there with the buds. I can see the flowers blooming from here.
Thank you. That’s one of the comforting things about trees and woody plants, even when the leaves fall, the bud of the new leaf is already there, waiting.
Most lovely–so, it is future and hope, thanks for the help 🙂
Thank you! I don’t know if I’m right though, I just didn’t read to the end of the post before writing the poem…
Well, maybe that’s the trick–just read the beginning!
It’s quicker, but not necessarily very accurate 🙂