blustery dusk sends
whistling, swooping, gusting birds
on freshening wings;
eddies swirl and nestle down
bleak sleeping ground is waking.
for: imaginary garden with real toads
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you painted a picture with your words.. great tanka...
ReplyDeleteI love the movements here - whistling, swooping, gusting birds ~ Great imagery here ~ Wishing you Merry Christmas and blessed holiday ~
ReplyDeleteGorgeous imagery.
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A beautifully vivid tanka. 'Bleak sleeping ground is waking' It sounds as if the birds have imparted some of their own life to the 'sleeping ground'.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful imagery...so visual
ReplyDeleteso lovely and lively tanka...
ReplyDeleteBeautifully expressed tanka!
ReplyDeleteLovely scene that you've captured.
ReplyDeleteYour tanka is full of movement! I love the addition of sound qualities in the assonance, and -ing words. The whole creates an amazing image of the dusk of a mid-winter's day. I enjoyed this very much. Thank you for sharing on Real Toads.
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