Snow drifts and moldy leaves,
mud frozen hard
there is nothing
but the rain to wash it all away
in the spring.
Thank you for reading my writing! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

Slid into heaven
Thanks to raven wings and bones
It is a dark room
Scattering of beads, thunder
I wake in the morn
poem written in Tanka form
Snow drifts and moldy leaves,
mud frozen hard
there is nothing
but the rain to wash it all away
in the spring.
Thank you for reading my writing! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina