distant thunder
at the Feast of the Dead
a chill wind sighs
through the pampas grass
on an unnamed grave
A Hundred Gourds, 5:3, June 2016
A Room of My Own: Time Span Tanka
-
in blossom rain
my pink-haired daughter laments,
*we'll all die one day...*
I reply, let's hope
the time span makes life unique
FYI: This could be read as ...