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A Few Autumn Tanka, poems…..

July 20, 2017

“North Carolina Stream”, watercolor, janekohut-bartels, 2008


It is so hot here in Atlanta today, 95 degrees in the shade.  Tomorrow is predicted to be even hotter.  I thought a few poems and tanka (possibily…) about a cooler season would cool me off and readers, too.  Even the cicadas are too overcome to sound their fiddles in this heat.

Lady Nyo


I wander the fields

Snow covers the barren soil

Sharp wind plays pan pipes

A murder of crows huddle

Black laughing fruit hang from limbs 

I look up at blue

Sky this morning, watch leaves fall-

Whirling, colored tears.

Clip my face like dull razors,

The stroking of memory.

Is the whistling

Of the wind- a train, a plane?

Nature plays fiddle

And our senses are confused,

We dwell in chicanery!

Shooting star crosses

Upended bowl of blue night


Fires up with excited gaze!

A moment– and all is gone.

This grim November,

The month of my father’s death

Always bittersweet.

My memories float, weak ghosts-

Hauntings in the fog of life.


A late Summer moon

Floats above the conifers.

Autumn is coming.

Do pines know the season turns?

Their leaves don’t fall; do they care?


I walked a landscape

 An unfamiliar dreamscape

 The only sound heard

 Was the tinkling of bells

 Then silence covered the snow


 Season of silence

 Muted nature frost bitten

 Black limbs empty, still

 A vast field of whiteness

 No music comes from the wind.



Jane Kohut-Bartels

Copyrighted, 2017






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