A crisp apple leaf
waves its bodies boldly in the wind,
perched alive and green in the apple
tree, the plump orb of green tinged
pink feeling heavy underneath.
Thank you for reading!
-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