from "While Passing Through"/Summer
Mid-August morning.
The just-rising sun yellows
the elms' lower trunks
as from a stage's footlights.
What will the next act be?
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In August, here also the sun glows like fire, sometimes.....! The comparison of the glowing sun to a stage's foot light is very apt....! We do not know what follows.... a period of dry spell or a torrent of rain! However we are like eager spectators waiting to see what unfolds next! A beautiful tanka!
thanks, valsa, for your comment. i gather that in india you've had a good monsoon in terms of the amount of rainfall. can't say the same for here. but we may get some in the next few days. as in the navajo concept hozho, may you be in harmony with all. appreciatively, glen