The Dance
My feet clips into the cement
Drumming the rise of the sun
As the river’s fog dances with the tide.

Tanka

Rain has come down now
Sun has hidden it’s red glare
I sit rain drenched wet
And still feel the world’s despair
Meditating 🧘♀️ hope must rise .
© CMM 2020
Tanka

Flowers sent today
Valentine’s a sweet array
Swells the aroma
Of today’s remembrance
Echoes of Shakespeare’s semblance.
©. 2020 CMM


cold brisk morning run

