Category: Tanka

Quietly it calls
An insidious feeling
To succumb is to
transform, for those who enter
do not return unscathed

Where is the comfort
when the dark is what we need?
Haunted while awake
of the possibilities
forgotten to be explored

A flag is caught deep,
entangled in the branches
of a furu tree
Waiting for a strong North wind
to provide it with freedom

And if the day comes
when cold winter is no more
I will make a lake
with frozen tears, and watch fade
the last footprint in the snow

Frost sleeps on the grass
All that remains of long night
Drops of silver shine
reflecting a wicked sun
Daylight takes just as it gives