Ben Gieske

Autumn Sunset, Cleaning Up, My Father (3 Tanka) - Poem by Ben Gieske

cleaning up
after the ice storm
rings in the tree
my own age

my father
man of the hills
walking in deep snow
my own path
over the hills

autumn sunset
melting colors
slipping away
so softly
no holding them

published by Modern English Tanka -Winter 2008 - Vol.3, No.2

Comments about Autumn Sunset, Cleaning Up, My Father (3 Tanka) by Ben Gieske

  • Meggie Gultiano (3/2/2009 7:32:00 AM)

    very beautiful Tankas..there is a connection of the three i love it
    more, more, more, Ben


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 22, 2009

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