winter once seemed a
sad wasteland both dead and bare
everything in cold darkness
yet the grass grows under snow
to bird songs ringing

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Tanka, the muse
Inspired by the birds singing outside and the green under sheets of ice.
breaking and mending are the journey
winter once seemed a
sad wasteland both dead and bare
everything in cold darkness
yet the grass grows under snow
to bird songs ringing
⁂ ⁂ ⁂
Tanka, the muse
Inspired by the birds singing outside and the green under sheets of ice.
The song birds are medicine to my ears. Cardinals have been my favorite morning music since I was a child in Indiana. Thankfully they sing in Georgia too.
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I don’t know who is singing outside my window but I love it.
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