Tanka, Dutch for Poetry Week at The Writer's Cramp |
| Yearling bear cub cuddled snug in her den a portrait of hibernation. Do you dream? Yes, of bee buzz, live salmon luncheon fare, the sun warmed fur of mid-summer. Who just spoke? Me, in Tanka one late December eve when stars, aligned, shook and shivered. Understand? note ▶︎ |