the morning breeze
turns maple leaves to song . . .
alone at the window
I hear how Mother's words
come home have aged
Revision, Skylark 3:1, Summer 2015
One Man's Maple Moon: Welcoming Warmth Tanka by Thelma Mariano
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*English Original*
across the darkness
lights on the far shore beam
a welcoming warmth
like the friends and lovers
we will meet by reaching out
Thelma Mari...