Ink black sky alive
with snakes of yellow lightening
and torrents of rain.
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- Ends of circles arelost in the beginnings ofthings...
- Wind in the treetopsspeaks quietly to me withtears...
- Ink black sky alivewith snakes of yellow lightenin...
- The longer I live,the more my mother's words areri...
- Warm rains are bringingthe bright winds of fall as...
- The dense green holds onto all the moisture there ...
- Life would be simplierif I were a blade of grasswa...
- Black angles of birdsfloat and drift between raind...
- The pale, white sky issomehow fractured and shinin...
- Still and starless nightsare great for seeing pop ...
- Always amazingthat darkness comes so earlyas summe...
- The spongy, wet groundgooshes beneath my sandles a...
- Like dots of gray injet black hair, bits of turnin...
- The air has thickened,and summer gasps out hot bre...
- They sit in darkness,sinister little bastards,wait...
- Yellow harvest moonpeeking shyly through curtainso...
- Fall has come earlyriding on the rain's coattails,...
- September arrivedbringing a morning chill andstray...
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Purpose
- 365 Days
- Prairie Grove, Arkansas, United States
- My plan is to post a Tanka, Haiku, or another short breath of some sort daily, and to include pictures of the outdoors at least twice a week. I want this to be an exercise in living in the moment and disciplined writing.
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