A second tanka for Frank Tassone’s challenge.
storms coming riding
the last of summer heatwave
leaf feathers flutter
paper-dry—in narrow shade
frog sits waiting for the rain.
Haikai: Autumn rain 2
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A second tanka for Frank Tassone’s challenge.
storms coming riding
the last of summer heatwave
leaf feathers flutter
paper-dry—in narrow shade
frog sits waiting for the rain.
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Jane Dougherty Writes 
I would be that frog. A disappointed one.
Our storms have been cancelled again and the neighbour is syphoning off the little bit of water that”s left in the stream..
Dry heat is all waiting. (K)
and waiting some more.
The poor frogs. They are normally not wandering, so they have to wait for rain on her place. Michael
I still see the froglets (getting bigger) around the house. The water around the plant pots is about all their is.
You have to give them water, then they will sing for you. 😉 If i remember, this year you had not written any poem about singing frogs. Right? 😉
Oh, I must have done! If not singing then laughing 🙂
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Reblogged this on Frank J. Tassone and commented:
#Haiku Happenings #10: Jane Dougherty’s 2nd #tanka for my previous #haikai challenge!
Thank you, Frank 🙂