Jewels from heaven
coruscate upon clear glass:
rainfall at sunrise.
Tag: rain
Tanka #5
Besieged on all sides,
chimneys whistle, timbers creak–
December gale.
Beyond, in cardboard city,
lie papier-mâché homes.
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Tanka #2
Rain tumbles, birds swoop,
music floats from the red house–
melody recalled.
An old man, his piano,
a candelabra, her face.
Sarah Potter Writes 
