mowed hay
left to dry in the fields
from green to golden
from thin yielding blades
to tightly rolled bales
Tanka Cafe
Ribbons, Autumn 2012
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Odysse y An elusive floating. I reach out and clasp sunbeams. I move forward, searching for I know not what, yet, understanding...
12 comments:
Verse and photo interact beautifully.
Thanks, Bill.
Adelaide
nice autumn undertones
much love...
Thank you, Gillena
Hi Adelaide: A lovely flow to your poem – a season in miniature! Your photo compliments the poem well.
Thank you, Frank. Up here, you know autumn is on the way when the hay is cut and left to dry.
Adelaide
Really like your tanka, plus the photo (have been intending to take photos of some round bales around here too). Like the progression and layers of meaning.
Thank you Janet. I've taken several pictures, a few each year.
Glad you stopped by.
Adelaide
I messed up posting yesterday; so today I removed a duplicate post of mine. I'll stop by again later to read more of your work!
Hi Janet,
I have added your blog to my list of favorites.
Adelaide
How nice, Adelaide, thanks. I will be sure to add a link to yours too!
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