Tanka challenge 11/30/09

[gurdymonkey]

One cannot ignore
The death rattle underfoot
At each passing step.
The nights grow colder, longer,
And the passes fill with snow.

Thanks for playing, everyone.

Comments

[katerit.livejournal.com]

Snow fills the passes
while the nights grow long and cold;
flowers are dead husks.
While seeds lie buried below,
poems grow like bright flowers.

It was fun to play - and of course, poetry sharing will not stop with the end of the challenge.