night sinks on sounds
seeping between the trunks
of sleeping trees
and shadows full of birdsong
the moon’s silver makes secrets
Nightfall tanka
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night sinks on sounds
seeping between the trunks
of sleeping trees
and shadows full of birdsong
the moon’s silver makes secrets
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This seems like a coda to the Oracle’s earlier words. Love all the sibilants.
The sun is still shining brightly here.
Thank you 🙂 It’s finally glorious today!
Yay! It’s about time for you. 🙂
It’s nice here right now, but we’re supposed to get thunderstorms later–and rain for next several days. Thursday night we had another tornado warning. We didn’t know about it until it was almost over, but there were two tornados that touched down in nearby towns.
They sound scary! The storm zone was close to the Alps yesterday and for a quarter of an hour they had hailstones the size of tennis balls! The grape harvest destroyed and cars and houses damaged. I’m surprised there weren’t more deaths!
Wow. That sounds scary, too. I’ve only been through one hailstorm with hailstones that big, and it was scary.
I’ve never seen a hailstone larger than a pea. I’ve led a sheltered life 🙂
🙂
Reading this tanka i feel so much peace. Have a beautiful Sunday afternoon, Jane! Best wishes, Michael
Thanks you, Michael! I wish you as much peace and sunny quiet as I have here this afternoon 🙂
Great news! On Sunday’s peace is possible. 😉
It started off as a fox massacre here. Custom of the country.
Oh ever, I’ll take it all back. The poor foxes.
The hunters have to have their fun even outside the (very long) hunting season 😦
:-(( Think someone should hunt the hunters.
One day.
🙂
The s-sounds like a whispered dream (K)
Hushhhhh.