Tanka challenge 04/24 - 04/26/09

It pays to carry a notebook - and remember to bring it in after the road trip.

Dark, gravid clouds birth
A litter of fat raindrops
Above the paddies.
Yet sun shines north and south of
My road, promising rainbows.
(Friday. Inspired by a series of showers that seemed to follow I-80 from Vacaville to the 113 turnoff to Woodland.)

Like demons they come,
Each ignoring the others
As they blow their pipes.
Drums beat, feet march
To the whirl of cacophonous colors.
(Saturday. Pipe band competitions, all day.)

Late afternoon sun
Sparks green from the grassy hills
Bright as a knife blade.
Am I the only pilgrim
Who pauses to drink it in?
(Sunday, I-80, Hunter Hill Rest Stop just east of Vallejo.)