tanka
by rcribay
preparing for bed
lights out and under covers
we hear a trumpet:
outside and darkly distant
weaving a blue narrative.
preparing for bed
lights out and under covers
we hear a trumpet:
outside and darkly distant
weaving a blue narrative.
Summer nears her end.
One last adventure before
August disappears.
Last hurrah and sweet farewells
As an Autumn breeze drifts in.
Red brick masonry
Climbs alternating patterns
Up time worn structures
Ascending into open skies
As the earth crumbles below
Psychedelic hues
Hanging limply from my neck
Colored stripes and shapes.
Who ever decided that ties
Should be considered “formal”?
snow white geese
cut across the sky
traveling by night.
silently we look up,
breaking the fire’s gaze.
cooling bath water
drastically diminishes
after you step out,
dripping onto the tiled floor,
reaching for a fresh towel.
i can’t sleep tonight
so i breathe in the beauty
of your supine sighs
in the glow of christmas lights–
kissing prayers onto your cheeks.
putting on my shirt
the scent of last night lingers
smoke from the fire pit
around which we all gathered
revealing our thoughts and lives.
