from another world

 

in the hills at dawn

the feel of earth with spring

in its fuse…

what it is to lie

with my head on your chest

 

~

 

they say, when dying

our hearing is the last

sense to fade…

love, speak my name and I’ll fall

like frost through yellow leaves

 

~

 

from another world

a hint of patchouli…

you’re back

from your dawn meditation

warming your hands in my dream

 

GUSTS Contemporary Tanka , number 15, spring/summer 2012

 

~

 

 

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2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Kathy Uyen Nguyen (@alotus_poetry)
    May 10, 2012 @ 19:37:30

    Gorgeous as always, Claire! Hard to always choose which one I like best. 🙂

    Reply

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