Challenge
Double Tanka Poetry Challenge
Using 10 lines and a syllable count of: 57577 & 57577, tell a story. Most creative/descriptive wins.
Those young leaves unfurl,
Shaking off the melting snows,
Lost in morning mists.
Though they may not see ahead,
They surge and, in sunlight, grow.
I am that white snow.
Shaken off, and left melting.
My wetted eyes watch.
And the young leaves do not see,
That there are two mists for me.