Tanka
At long
last, the rain!
Forecast for today alone,
the mouths of the earth
open wide, the leaves like tongues
drink and pray it’s salvation.
In the
cool stillness
before dawn lifts its ribbons
of soft pastel hue,
lowering their velvet necks,
deer sip from the quiet spring.
The
sun hastens down
to clothe the trees in shadow.
The last cicada
unwinds its harsh, rhythmic song,
rapidly falling away.
About Brian Zimmer, US
Brian
Zimmer writes from the Midwest, United States. His
work has appeared in various print and online journals.
