Thunder

Morning thunder storm

aroused from languid half-sleep

I nestled against your warmth

but found only cool crisp sheets

the thunder also passed by

Another (somewhat) about snow

The wind warned snow by

morning, white, calm, and perfect

from my bedroom window

the storm didn't look so bad

until sleet changed our forecast 

One more rumination on the underlying hazard of beautiful, pure, sacred, cherished, white... 

I did mention that tanka is almost always about relationships, right?

Snow, but ice

Brilliant and artful

the snow blankets our landscape

even careful steps find ice

upon which I slipped into

beauty and was bruised by pain.

It's been awhile and a lot has happened. 

I've been making metaphorical sketches of nature things that strike me as analogies, but haven't taken much time to flesh them out. This is one that I've been working on for a few days.