tanka

Each morning, I stroll
beyond buildings to the shore
to watch fishermen
haul their catch, nets straining – full.
I go home just as laden.

**Sorry, the photo is a re-post. I first used it for “The Fisherman,” but I thought it was just as appropriate here. 🙂

Gray Though the Winter – a Tanka

Gray though the winter,
its muted sun dampened by
drizzles, defiant
sprigs glisten in the garden –
bare-limbed but for sprouts of green.

Posted in Response to the Weekly Writing Challenge: Manifesto
©2015 V del Casal

Rippling down the coast
in blues and grays, the ocean
laps on sandy shores
today, tomorrow, and so
on to perpetuity.

Written in Response to the Weekly Photo Challenge: Serenity
©2015 V del Casal All Rights Reserved

Though small the wings with
which she flew, from her dainty
beats a storm arose,
nascent gusts at first unfelt
’til Man’s bellows fanned the air.

Dare you stand upon
the threshold and step through to
fortunes unknown? Yes!
Though shadows press from all sides,
turn the knob and grasp your fate!