Two-Voice Tanka, Thrice
bathed in such splendor
in front of us blue water -
verdancy behind
how very cold it is though
like ice, it cuts to the bone
this frigid beauty
I let my eyes feast on it
ignoring the cold
the scent of pine is wafting
I breathe in tranquility
breathing in fragrance
I let the iciness go
my love shall warm me
the fresh trees and ocean air
can’t compare to his sweet warmth
July 14, 2017 for the Contest of John Anderson
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2017
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