To the streambanks and the trees and the open fields.
There are songs and sayings that belong to this place,
By which it speaks for itself and no other.
Birds of my garden,
Why do you fly through my door
To perch upon kitchen sink?
You bring me news of
Morning rain, empty seed bowl.
It is Autumn now
And long-necked storks will gather
To confer of the journey,
Beaks delving in the
Bowl of my thoughts like chopsticks.
Moonlit wings, do you bring word
From my beloved?
Will he return home
Before the trees lose their leaves?
While moon is rising,
Whitening the tall grasses,
I sleep fitfully.
I am dreaming your low voice;
Trust in tomorrow.
All prints are the work of Japanese artist, Kaoru Kawano, and are displayed here under Fair Use Principles.
My series of tanka was written after revisiting the feature articles of Dr Hisashi Nakamura.
Sherry Blue Sky is hosting the prompt, Hope and the Places that Heal You in the Imaginary Garden.