Hope fading with life,
sinking below dark tree line.
Late autumn sunset.
Waiting for sunrise, I see
hope arrives with Harvest Moon.
Day late and a dollar short, I’ve taken on a Tanka for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday challenge. I know. It’s bad. But it was fun. I’ve never written one and the challenge was to write a Tanka poem (5/7/5/7/7) with the words ‘harvest’ & ‘moon’ in it. I couldn’t resist.