frost

tanka

 

 

like piles of snow up

against the back door -- the wind

swirls the icy flakes

into little pirouettes

diamond flakes flashing

in the winter sun.

the words i want to say pile

up against that door

all i can do is look away and

close my eyes to dream of spring

 

 

 

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

I do love this too. Perfect writing...:)

[The Verse: A Poetry Jou..]

I love this, excellent. the flow, its playfulness. Superb writing. Honest.