hay bales
in a sun-drenched field
goldenrod waving;
we pass it by knowing
tomorrow will bring changes
Kernels, # 1 April 2013
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a brisk autumn walk the muddy blend of colors deepens my mood where are the highlights and bright spots of yesterday? Ribbons:Tanka Cafe
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oh, this wind! it sweeps me past my gate then spins me home spring clean-up- in the sweat of hard work a settling peace solid gray sky- fors...
8 comments:
drenched in summer, yet not stayed; your tanka is awesome
much love...
Thank you, Gillena.
Adelaide
That is a beautiful and evocative photo
gone . . .
that cloud I wished
you could see
Thank you, Bill for your comments and your lovely haiku.
Adelaide
I grew up with lots of hay bales.
This brings back wonderful memories.
Although I've seen the hay bales in the fields, I've yet to see them being formed. I've always driven by too late.
Adelaide
Beautiful photo & words, Adelaide...
Thank you, Frank.
Adelaide
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