fluttering leaves
in a cool afternoon breeze
a neighbor’s drumming
such a happy fantasia
of how things could have been
The truth is a six-mile-plus hike along the Doodletown Bridal Path in Bear Mountain State Park on Memorial Day–the same day as my late father’s birthday. The truth is the slow opening of heart and spirit to the rhythm of robin, sparrow, and finch songs that arise from the enclosing woods. The truth is it’s been seven birthdays without him, and some days are harder than others, even now. The truth is I miss him, as much of a pain in the ass as he often was.
leaf-blower’s drone
the backyard’s natural charm
interrupted
Still, the woosh of the wind
and sway of leaf-heavy boughs
for COLLEEN’S WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 86, FANTASY & MERRY, #SYNONYMSONLY
Kiwinana’s #Weekly Tanka Prompt #Poetry Challenge – Week 99 – Natural & Charm
Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Truth (posted by Susan)
With Real Toads’ Tuesday Platform (imagined by Rommy)
Frank J. Tassone 
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