Tanka Guiding light

Tanka

A restrained love poem working to a 57577 syllable count or less. 

Guiding light

By Robert Kingston

We walk in shadows, often not knowing what has gone before?

 

providing light
a young robin returns
again she mentions
her mother
passing by

I’d heard the term “pushing up daisies” as a kid, but never really understood the beliefs held in this flower until much later. The bridge between human and our mother earth providing some comfort.

Now, as I walk through spring, I often reflect on mum’s view had she been around to see how her influence continues to bloom in her grandchildren.

calling time
a cuckoo settles
on the tree
holding memories
of mother

Copyright Rob Kingston