HUMANE DEGREES

 

Trees bowing to me

As I drink fresh-ground coffee

Only 62 degrees!

Wrapped in Autumn’s fleece

Feeling that kiss of peace

Dogs leaping into space

Birds in my face

Demanding suet’s grease

Mornings like this

Reassure me

All is right in the universe…

 

© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Eastern sky of blowing leaves

PROGRESS 59 SUPPLY CRAFT TANKA

Disintegration

Over the oceans is still

The likely outcome

As the Progress fifty-nine

Hurtles to Earth parts unknown

Six thousand pounds of

Food could feed our hungriest

Nations and the fuel

Could warm shivering bodies

Run if you see fiery streaks!

© 2015 ViataMaja

IMAGE: PROGRESS SPACECRAFT ABOVE EARTH