Robert L. Hinshaw Poet Tanka

Stately Elm

Elm once clad in gold

   Has shed its colorful cloak

       Awaits winter storms

         Bare limbs lifted heavenward

            As if in supplication.

(2 Nov 2013)

Entry for Francine Roberts' "Tanka Me Fall Or Winter" Contest

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Donna Jones November 18, 2013 at 9:57 PM Congratulations Robert.

Sara Kendrick November 16, 2013 at 2:08 PM Way to go...Congrats..Sara

Juliet Ligon November 15, 2013 at 2:32 PM Powerful imagery, Robert. Congrats!

Kiran Bantawa November 15, 2013 at 8:14 AM congrats!

Anne-Lise Andresen November 15, 2013 at 4:49 AM - Congrats on your win, bob. - Have a great weekend. - oxox // Anne-Lise :)

Andrea Dietrich November 14, 2013 at 11:26 PM This is so nice, Robert! Congrats for your win.

Carrie Richards November 14, 2013 at 2:40 PM I can picture this beauty reaching towards heaven !! Lovely tanka, Robert!!

Dr.Ram Mehta November 14, 2013 at 5:29 AM Congrats on your win, Bob

Mandy Tams The Golden Girl November 14, 2013 at 5:10 AM congratulations on your win robert xx

Christopher Thor Britt November 13, 2013 at 10:31 PM Robert. Very nice piece. Grats! CTB

Francine Roberts November 13, 2013 at 10:29 PM congrats on your win, last line wowed me

Daver Austin November 7, 2013 at 10:22 AM Howdy, Sarge. Love this one and this form. I remember Barr Trail up Pikes Peak in October. Awesome! Love, daver

Anne-Lise Andresen November 5, 2013 at 3:50 PM - Bob, this is really a beautiful poem - A winning poem, I think!! --- X my fingers for it! - Hope all is well with you. - oxox // Anne-Lise :)

Poet Destroyer A November 3, 2013 at 10:10 PM I like the Tanka,very much Bob.... always...LINDA

Jerry Bolton November 3, 2013 at 2:00 PM Old man winter is soon to bring its freezing weather and coat the countryside virginal white. Fall, to me, is the best time of the years except that it heralds winter, but then spring heralds summer, winter in reverse.

Nette Onclaud November 3, 2013 at 8:00 AM what a vivid setting, bob.. i like the image of stems, branches bowing as if in deep reflection... you have many facets which i adore..:) hugggs

Barbara Gorelick November 2, 2013 at 9:02 PM This is just wonderful..I love it when you get a bit more serious..Still worship your silly stuff..BG

Russell Sivey November 2, 2013 at 4:26 PM WOW Bob, you surely have written a terrific and awe inspiring write here my friend! I really enjoyed reading this delightful winter intoned poem this evening! What a brilliant piece, Great Work!!