Tracks of a Wandering Mind

Poetry, stories and random thoughts from a wandering mind.

Daysongs – Three Tankas

Morning
Morning mist carries
Feathered song to praise the day,
Newly awakened,
That bids the night to pass
For but a brief victory.

Day
The day sings to us
The sounds of laughter and play,
Hammer songs of work,
March of sun across the sky,
Though night creeps up, thief of light.

Evening
Crickets sing a dirge
That mourns the passing of day,
And beckons the night
To draw nigh and give us rest,
As we seek the dreaming sleep.

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April 7, 2013 - Posted by | Poetry

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