Inspired by hers today.
Two Tanka For Emeralde
A huge harvest moon
In the west November sky
Is dying at dawn
So close I can almost hold
Its bleeding heart in my hands
Here only the pines
Where there were no falling leaves
No autumn warning
Now the shadow of the hawk
Falling on frost brings winter
Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2011-11-14 at 17:19
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