Author: Margaret Coombs

Lakeside. A kerfuffle among the geese. Green-white-rust Shovelers dabble in shallow pools, while the wind harasses our faces.

It’s 3 AM. I’m drivingon an empty highway.It’s daylight.The road’s disappearingaround me, eaten upby clouds. marriage–no more fearof entrapmentbut a formto be free in

cleaning the birdbath the grass grows greener nearby dry winter returning waxwings wait in the willow’s thicket Stafford Challenge 71/366 Trying a tanka form in which the first three lines are a haiku and the last two are a coupletLooking forward to learning more about tankas.

Choral rehearsal. Pitch, dynamics, syncopation. Music needs communion among voices, bodies, brains. Strong light on the page.

A handful of snow swirls in a mini-whirlwind. When he leaves later to pick up our Singapore Noodles—whiteout.