Through Hours of Rain
through hours of rain
nightfall bursts with mint scent
as pines droop low…
my farewell walk trembles
in the vault of moonglow
Brian Strand's Contest No 217
~Modern tanka
Written 3/20/2015
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2015
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