Tanka Series
Whispering
Softly
children skip
across a sunlit playground
hand in hand
lovers stroll the tree lined lanes
whispering softly
change of wind
my adrenalin pumping
that distance between
the dogma of life and death
we stop for cappucinos
the deep rumble
of far off thunder
seeking shelter
from the storm's might
within each others arms
curled up by the fire
our new kitten purrs
as rain beats metal rooftops
the click of my heels on tile
less hollow, less alone
lightning flares
the wind whipped torrents
deeper darkness
we share our warmth and
comfort through it all
time and again
the same skip in the old record
this antique phonograph
spins anew in each groove
seeds of lasting love
