One, last, drop of ice
slips the fingertips of roof
falls to nothingness.
Frozen Tanka
One, last, hushed, droplet…
Surrenders its final breath,
Ice crystals melted…
Mutterings of winged things
Push pale winter into spring.
"You must believe: A poem is a holy thing_a good poem that is." Theodore Roethke
One, last, drop of ice
slips the fingertips of roof
falls to nothingness.
Frozen Tanka
One, last, hushed, droplet…
Surrenders its final breath,
Ice crystals melted…
Mutterings of winged things
Push pale winter into spring.
Retired teacher. I write for the sheer joy of it. Prefer form over free verse. Favorite: English sonnet. Attended University of Florida, Gainesville,Fl and Florida Atlantic University, Boca Raton. Taught High School English in the '70's. Freelance Photographer for Hallmark Greeting Card Company in the '70's. Still busy writing poetry.