Tish Davis

View from an Overlook

red-breasted robin
on the newness of sail
are you waiting
for the crackle. . .
the worm as it warms?

in a distant pasture
how white
that flock of sheep
without
the weight of snow!

Without this weight, this me wondering if He will maketh me lie down when the pasture greens.

if the gate opens
I'll ask for a moment
to prepare my gift. . .
a poem sent ahead
on the lines of passing clouds

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About the Author

Tish Davis lives in Northern Ohio. Her tanka and related forms have appeared in numerous online and print publications. When she isn’t busy with work and grandchildren she enjoys exploring the local parks with her husband and three dogs.