(Tanka Times Three)
(C) R.L.K.
1.
Silvery moonlight
pouring down on the sand dunes;
Our summer's gone, but
there are nights when I can still
hear soft laughter on the shore.
2.
Cold and gray. Thin mist
surrounding gnarled old trees.
A small bird scurries,
shadowless under stratus:
here, then there, then gone away.
3.
Just one of those days:
sitting on the back porch with
little to do but
watch the clouds part and the sky
turn blue after the rain ends.
