MICROPOETRY / TANKA
Aria of Hope
“Sun, sun, sun — here it comes!”
The ivy’s greening Will my Anthurium bloom? Rain’s seas have parted Slants of light, long captive, spill Petal pink hope’s throat opens
©Jenine Bsharah Baines 2024
Southern Californians usually welcome rain but, this winter, I’d say most of us are ready for a nice, long spell of blue skies. There is magic in sunlight. Especially for those who, like me, suffer from SAD.
My three pots of Anthurium have been suffering as well. They miss their morning dose of bright, happy light…and it shows. They droop rather than dance.
I wrote this tanka one brilliantly cloud-free morning. Unfortunately, I may have ‘spoken’ too soon. Partly cloudy skies have returned.
But hope springs eternal. My Anthurium and I are singing with my favorite Beatle.
“Sun, sun, sun — here it comes.” — George Harrison
Thank you, Zay Pareltheon and team — Viraji Ogodapola & Marilyn Wolf — for the warm, welcoming nest at The Howling Owl.
Thank you, dearest readers. Love.
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