Tanka

bushfires, Climate Change, nature, Personal Reflection 1 Minute 
 Mountain shrouds rising
 behind trees’ black, dead-armed scream.
 River’s rush below.

 My tears are for the wombats...
 all wildlife who starved or burned

My first attempt at a Tanka – a Japanese poetry form explained by Ingrid at EIF.

Published by abigfatcanofworms

We all walk in the dark. But if we hold hands, perhaps the dark won't be as scary.

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