Napowrimo 4/1/26: Love in the Time of Tanka

 Day 1 of Napowrimo challenges us to write in verses of Tanka. I do not adhere strictly to the meter of haiku/tanka/senryu but the form is still honored.

I.
these good winds
spin dead leaves in the yard
into the sun's path
a carousel
of broken things

II.
today, some rain
let dirt become mud
and fed the flowers
more than their fill. they lurch,
leaning over, in surrender. 

III.
the snow died
in spring's esteemed glance
left its memory
in my basement's floor, covered
remembered, through damp and mold

IV.
humid tappings
on these sweating skulls
another scorcher
outside is a sauna
inside, an oasis.