Life is a mirror
Large or small, light reflects all
Nothing is hidden
Beauty or misery shows
Each heart beat of time exposed
Tanka
For there is nothing covered, that shall not be revealed; neither hid, that shall not be known. Luke 12:2
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Tanka poems
Life’s Collage
Photographs capture
Daily experiences. Treasured
Little bits of life.
Like snowflakes falling,
Each moment is unique.
Tanka
Sweet Thoughts
Snow dusted bushes
Inspired sweet thoughts of cookies
After Christmas joy
Baking some Almond Crescents
Sprinkling powdered sugar
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Scarlet Seeds
Bursting with flavor
Pomegranate afternoon
Ruby red jewels
Meet tastebuds after lunch
A sweet tart interaction
Tanka
Squirrley Selfie
A bigfoot squirrel
Searching in the night
Morning evidence
Reveals his prints in the snow
Watercolor paints his image
Tanka
Painting created by me from actual photo of squirrel’s hind footprint. Squirrel visited my patio in the night and left his tracks in the snow. I took a picture of the tracks to look up what they were. Then I also happened to see “Squirrel Footprint Art” on Pinterest which inspired me to create this painting.😊
December Rose
Like a candle flame
Boldly burning in the cold
A vision of warmth
Til Spring shall come to touch
That which is frozen in time
Tanka
Fall’s Reminder Notice
Cold air pushed out
Melting snow turns to puddles
Fall tells Winter “Leave!”
Issues a reminder notice
“Winter begins December 21st”
Tanka
First Snow
December’s snowfall
Picture perfect postcard
God sent me today
Flurry of tiny miracles
Beautiful to gaze at
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Promise of the Dove
We belong together
You and I walk as one
But should we ever part
I shall wait beneath the tree
In the early morning light
Tanka
This morning as I looked out my patio window I saw one dove just sitting under the big tree. Just sitting, watching, waiting….All summer I had seen and heard two doves, at times they would stroll by my window in the early evening, walking slowly along together. I would hear them cooing in the morning. Now I am seeing only one, sitting quietly, watching, waiting. I worry if it is hurt. I worry if it needs help. I wonder where it’s mate is. Then, after many moments, it suddenly flies away… I am not sure what to make of all of this, but I will choose to think good thoughts and imagine that the dove saw its mate. Blessings everyone! Enjoy this day!
Choose Wisely
“Death and life are in
The power of the tongue”
Consider this daily
Before you unlease words.
Of which do you choose to speak?
Tanka
Death and life are in the power of the tongue: and they that love it shall eat the fruit thereof. Proverbs 18:21
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