An etheree for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday challenge not to use the words Hobby & Play. And count syllables.



the field


sipping we dip

from scented flower

to deep riverside shade

as if summer never ends

and it is not winter we hear

trumpeting in its jackbooted dance

to the martial beat of the turning year.

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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.

27 thoughts on “Butterfly-sipping”

  1. Marvelous! Jackbooted: Cruelly and violently oppressive… such is winter. This is a fabulous adjective and also brings to bear the oppression we are all feeling politically around the world. You amaze me every week! ❤

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