Queen Anne's lace bows under the weight of raindrops. The air is thick with the scent of crushed clover and cooling earth. The rest of the world and I are waiting.
tall grass
a deer's ear twitches
cloud-thinned stars
One Man's Maple Moon: Cold Light Tanka by Sonam Chhoki
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*English Original*
throbbing headache
blinds drawn against the dawn
I picture
in the rise and fall of notes
birds flitting in the cold light
*A Hundred Gou...
