poem #36

The forest mutters
and only the birds listen.
Snow fades into thaw
and I, myself, am melting,
foaming like new grass in spring.


This is another tanka. I like this form!! I like these tiny poems–I’m starting to get the urge to get some sidewalk chalk and start writing them around the city.

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