feeling my age
until I look up
puffy white clouds, blue
sky--
child-like, I trace a giant .
. .
and a fire-breathing dragon
Elizabeth Howard lives in
Crossville, Tennessee. She writes poetry and fiction. Her poems have appeared
in Comstock Review, Big Muddy, Appalachian Heritage, Cold
Mountain Review, Poem, Still, Mobius, Now & Then, Slant,
and other journals.
yes, LOL, those cloud shapes bring out the child in us all
ReplyDeleteElizabeth,
ReplyDeleteSo cute and clever. It is fun to imagine what the clouds look like.
Your friend,
David Fox
Excellent! I love this.
ReplyDeleteA delightful Tanka, Elizabeth! We might get old in years, but the child in us never ages! Regards // paul
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