Some Spring Tanka….

Rose Garden April 2017

(New Rose Garden this spring)

It is hot and sultry, too early for summer, still spring, but behaving badly nonetheless.  I was sitting on the back porch listening to the mourning doves who have returned and the tree frog in the front yard.  The bull frog in the pond hasn’t returned or surfaced yet, or probably one of the dogs has killed him.  I hope not for these sounds of spring and summer soothe the savage breast of an unhappy urban dweller.


A mourning dove cries

It is such a mournful sound

Perhaps a fierce owl

Has made it a widow.

Oh! It breaks my heart, her cry.

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“Mist drifts in waves

Ribbon-ing maple branches

The rising of moon

Make Egrets shimmer silver-

Gauzy ghosts of nothingness.”

Cranes wheeled in the sky

Their chiding cries fell to hard earth

Warm mid winter day

A pale half moon calls the birds

To stroke her face with soft wings.

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Like the lithe bowing

Of a red maple sapling

My heart turns to you,

Yearns for those nights long ago

When pale skin challenged the moon.

Thin, silken breezes

Float upon a green-ribbon

Of spring—pale season.

Scent of lilies, myrtle, plum

Arouse bees from slumber.

Out with the gold fish,

The bullfrogs croak their sorrow.

Summer is passing

Autumn brings sharp, brittle winds

But Winter is the cruelest.

A late Summer moon

Floats above the conifers.

Mosquitoes thicken.

Do pines know the season turns?

Their leaves don’t fall; do they know?

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Jane Kohut-Bartels

Copyrighted, 2017

 

 

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3 Responses to “Some Spring Tanka….”

  1. frankhubeny Says:

    Nice rose garden and concern for the bull frog. In the first tanka should “Has made it a widow” be “Has made her a widow”?

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  2. ladynyo Says:

    Yep, Frank, better.

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  3. ladynyo Says:

    Well, I was trying to avoid too many ‘hers’ Frank. But I see your point. And thanks for reading. The Rose Garden is easy to a point: it’s all the trimming in a small garden that gets to you. Some of these roses know no bounds…..constant bloomers and also constant growers….into the space of others. Clip, clip.

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