A Tanka for a soft air night.
Wind dances shadows
of Maple leaves on my wall.
Outside the air, soft,
surprises with its light touch.
Where are you in this strange night?
So many wild feelings arise in me while walking a short time after dusk. The air's gentle caress is unexpectedly light. Such a feeling of longing--so much beckons and yet how can we answer and what?
Wishing you a sense of wild aliveness.
Grateful for the shadow dancing wind this night.
Be well,
Jill