Barren desk and bed.
Once infused with impish life.
Left behind by time.
Vibrant orange sunset
Each day longer and marching
To Summer Solstice....
Winter path at night,
fresh snow blanketing the old
with no marks of man
and moonlight casting shadows
from dark slumbering branches.

Ted- Maybe you should start a new thread titled Tanka for the Memories or Fill Up Your Tanka. Just a thought...![]()
How about Tanka Full of Haikus?

