The Cold (3 original tanka poems circa 2007)

 The Cold: To Be Taken Together or Separately 

Struggle until I
Seemingly reach the darkness
This, my immersion
As the stalk blows in the field
Cold wind embrace, gone

Overcome by this
Catastrophic renewal
My mind blinking black
An obscure conversation
A multitude of voices

Someone looks at me
From across desolation
I hear the train stop
It is a pity that I
May never see her again