in brilliant blue, time’s lines meet
through darkness and glowing light
blooming, as leaves scatter, fall
For Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday. I took this photo while walking to my polling place on Tuesday. I really like it, and I’ve been trying to come up with a poem for it.
I hear the Oracle in this.
Well, she does seem to be whispering to me all the time. 😉 I’ll post my consultation with her in a bit.
I’ll look out for it 🙂
This is truly wonderful, Merril. I love it.
Thank you very much, Dale!
Wow. This photo makes me take a deep and calming breath each time I gaze at it. Hurrah that you captured this moment en route to voting! This time of year, with shorter days, colder temperatures (first snow flakes falling from the sky yesterday while biking home from work!), and falling leaves is a challenge for me. But your photo and your poem help in a small way for me to make peace with the return of another autumn…
This is such a lovely comment, Will. Thank you very much. I am not a big fan of the cold and dark either.
I hear the Oracle too. And she’s definitely in that sky!
Thank you. I agree! 🙂
I believe you found the perfect poem for such a beautiful photo! I love that the power lines have a role in the poem and the photo. 🙂
Thank you so much! Yes, there’s something about those lines in the photo. 🙂
This is a voting-day treasure – lines in the sky both natural and put-there-by-man plus implied voting lines plus that brilliant blue! (Glad no red sky over the polls!) We voted Tues late enough that the line curled outside and moonlit …
Thank you! Your comment about the red sky made me laugh. I’m in a small town, and there were no long lines, but the line curling under the moonlight sounds enchanting. 🙂
Brilliant, Merril! Love it!
Thank you very much, Jill! 🙂
Gorgeous photo and Tanka, Merril. I apologize for being so late to comment this week. One more crazy week ahead and then it should all simmer down. ❤
Thank you, Colleen. I understand. I’m way behind on reading. 🙂
Your bridge works really well, Merril.
Oooops!! That comment was meant for your puente!
Hahaha. I assumed it did. 🙂
This brings to mind the depth in the many shades of blue in the sky, a product of time, constant while changing with its passage.
Thank you, Ken. Yes, I agree.
Reblogged this on Where Genres Collide Traci Kenworth YA Author & Book Blogger and commented:
Another beautiful entry in Colleen’s weekly Tanka challenge.
Thank you so much!
You’re welcome, Merrildsmith!