Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Winter Creek: A Tanka

A small, usually dry, creek bed runs behind my school. Really wet weather breathes life into it.
I spent a few minutes there after lunch, delighted to listen in. I even stole a candid photo.


Nameless winter creek, January 19, 2010


Winter Creek, 
A Tanka Poem

as i photographed
winter creek’s mirthful waters
in between rainstorms
creek’s laughter almost obscured
it’s reflection: “He sings, too!”

8 comments:

Alden Smith said...

Very nice Tanka - Dan you are a poet!

steven said...

dan - what a gift! you're right inside this moment and took your readers with you! lovely. steven

Dan Gurney said...

Alden, thank you, Pal. I think poetic talent is distributed widely across our species. It's mostly a matter of pausing to allow poetry to arise.

Dan Gurney said...

thank you, steven. It's a compliment that means something, as it comes from someone who's awash with abundant poetic talent himself.

The Pollinatrix said...

So soothing. Oh, how I miss rainstorms.

Reya Mellicker said...

You guys have had LOTS of rain this year.

Dan Gurney said...

Hi Polly--

Today's rain went a bit past soothing into the realm of exciting. Watch for the post from Wednesday.

Dan Gurney said...

Reya, and how. Thanks for stopping by!