Prickly needles,
green body thick and dry
rooted in sand and rubble.
A lonely hawk circles above,
enticed by a scampering
shadow, he descends,
perching atop the
prickly needles.
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
Prickly needles,
green body thick and dry
rooted in sand and rubble.
A lonely hawk circles above,
enticed by a scampering
shadow, he descends,
perching atop the
prickly needles.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina