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.
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Posted by:jacquelinecaseypoetry
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.
Wintry Haiku
