Tuesday, January 21, 2020

Tanka for Day 1097


The gold sun rides low.
Above, branches snap and snake.
Icebound grass crunches.

Where relentless heat once seared,
vast blue skies belie the chill.

© 2020 by Hannah Six
Image: Pixnio


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