Winter Tanka Poems

progression

may concedes to june
when spring rebirth is complete
the time to mature -
grassy hills turn verdant green
blossoms explode with color

july soon refines
june's promise of fulfillment
expanding its

JUNCO

      Junco in winter 
      flies on grass tip, rides on field
   

Junco

bold in winter's cold~
cruise in peace with no bruises
yet predict lightning 
to warn and heed nature's call
for spiritual rebirth







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cold snow clothes the ground
mother nature rules
no human comes here
peace and tranquility reign
I am alone in this land

THE POLITICAL NATURE OF NATURE

THE POLITICAL NATURE OF NATURE

Though spring has arrived,
the politics of winter
is still teasing us:-
Yet, while cold winds have their time,
So will warm spring breeze have

Winter unexpected twist

I gazed upon the winter sky,
Expecting snowflakes to gently lie
Upon my palm, a delicate dance.
But Instead, Mount Fuji ash takes it chance.
   

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longer daylight hours
Mr. Sol warms the chill air
white blanket recedes
temperature quickly drops
new white coat winters last gasp

A STILLED POND

A STILLED POND

Once a wet playground,
A ducks' and frogs' Disneyland!
Now quiet and stilled:-
Winter is no friend to ponds;
freezing out their livelihoods:-

Cold Snap

cold snap
door closes off the warmth
bundled in layers
door opens, Winter coat comes off
the warmth and savior, of church

A WINDOW'S WINTER CANVAS

A bright sunny day...
Naked tree branches glowing...
Ground-snow reflecting...
What a deceiving cold day
Juxtaposed nature canvassed!

Flame

in winter cold night,
mediate on fire flame
bless the poet soul
so flaming eternal flame
yet, calming the lover heart

- Winter Jasmine -

Winter Early Morn

I love early morn
highly appreciated
in cool winter time, 
hot tea and reading poems,
and looking at that old book

It’s Winter

Sun hiding between the clouds
Feeling the breeze hugging on my shoulder
Rubbing our arms together frequently
Under snow, exhaling smoke just like trains
Loving the gust making snowman

TANKA show tell COLLECTION

without-
the waning sun
warms my face
shalom cloaks
the wells within


with a tremor of light-
daybreak tinges
the nigrescent sky grey-
the horizon appears
distinct in my mind's eye

on the wind
a bell