Holding crisply and
clinging to limbs waiting
for a shake, waiting for the cold
to seep in. Birds murmur the change
in coming, ruffling feathers and looking
pleased.
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-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
Holding crisply and
clinging to limbs waiting
for a shake, waiting for the cold
to seep in. Birds murmur the change
in coming, ruffling feathers and looking
pleased.
Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems!
-Alina