Fall is coming to NE Iowa, and with it the falling leaves and the fog in the valley.
Here are two tanka – ish poems. One is about a moment I experienced in the woods the other day. A leaf detached itself from a nearby tree. I heard it strike the ground. The other? Hmmm…besides the fog? I’ll let you ponder that.
What a moment…to hear a leaf hit ground. Very zen.
Fog here, too…and crows…and crickets.