nearly winter
the days pass with a quickness
unheeded;
there is no point to ask
why I didn't pay attention
along the trail
a thatch of moldering leaves–
the smell
of old wine barrels
in a dank cellar
Tanka Society of America
2006 anthology
Anglo Tanka Society Journal, 1/08/2005
4 comments:
they are both evocative, however i prefer the second one
much love..
Thanks, Gilllena.
The leaves are all down and there's snow on the ground and more expected. We may have a white Christmas.
Adelaide
The first - quite relatable!
The second - my favorite here; I can smell and see those leaves and dank wine cellar.
Cool photo.
Thanks, Janet.
My grandfather made wine from his own grapes. One corner of our spidery cellar was closed off to create a small room, his wine cellar where he kept his barrels and bottles of wine. Wet leaves always brings back those memories.
Adelaide
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