This wintry scenescape
Darkness and lightness abound
As for tommorow
Spring, summer, autumn for sure
As for their contents who knows?

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on February 7, 2018, in Poetry, Tanka and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. The uncertainty – even when we try to be mindful, to live in the present – I know it’s hard in some situations. One season at a time, perhaps…. And still….

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