cheerfulNow after celebrating the rite of the American Way of selecting leaders, (a rite I have followed since being a rather small preschool fry during the Kennedy-Nixon election (just call me politically precocious)), I am plugged into my stereo headphones and getting back on task. Up to 5841 words, about 2500 words behind schedule. Oh well. Time to get cracking!
Two Tanka for ya, though:
The first touch of cold
as I hear the geese calling
in their morning flight.
No red dawn awaits me now –
the gray skies have taken charge.
Before the sun rose
the morning called out to me
and so I answered.
Finding snow on my doorstep,
I looked at the sky and sighed.
They were written a day apart. I'm involved in a tanka challenge for November, too....
