How the cold now reigns
Like desolate destiny
Frost gathering a pale cape
Over barest trees and fields.
My heart remembers
Retains the brilliance, soft warmth
Of returning Spring,
With hope – perhaps love it brings
To win hearts, human being.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
The poem is made of two tanka conjoined—one of those playthings I love more than Wookie does the kept-away ball. I share, Wookie, not so much.
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