I found this poem in the sounds of the crows and jays on my early morning walk today. I used the “audio memo” app on my ipod to record the sound, then wrote a poem, and turned it into a short video. The poem is a little bleak, but maybe the sounds of the crows and jays will lift our spirits, eh?
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.