Spring to summer tanka

This is for Frank Tassone’s weekly haikai challenge.



again the wind blows

hurling white blossom

rain-shooting greenness

ripened in sun’s rising course—

first roses fallen


Tanka: First cherry blossom

The cherry blossom and the plum blossom is all finished here, just a few late arrivals still retain a few petals. This poem is for Frank Tassone’s weekly challenge, a tanka, a form I find difficult.


Earth turns sunwards,

blossom in its wake,

a wave of pale feathers.

Among trees, lace-white,

foam-frothed, I smell the sea.