dripping icicles
the slippery patches
on flagstones:
I navigate life's hazards
more slowly now
Modern English Tanka
Tanka Prose
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4 comments:
parallels
such icicle smiles
drip to drip
Earth's blood
water flowing onward
primes other life
__! Thank you Adelaide: there are more echos to your photo-verse _m
Ah yes the process of aging is sharply contrasted in the recurring of a season.
Much❤love
Thank you, Doug for your haiku response
Adelaide
Thank you, Gillena
Adelaide
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