Life’s Sweetness
Over the River and Through the Woods: A Tanka
Published in
Nov 4, 2021
I still remember
Trips to my Grandmother’s house
Over the river
And through the woods, I believe
Is the song we used to sing
Smoke from chimneys near
Bright birch trees and snowy roads
Grey clouds hovered high
Bubbling brooks trapped beneath ice
We’re closer now, Grandma dear
Crisp winter silence
An Irish Setter runs free
The crow calls us in
Apple pie and cinnamon
Nothing ever smelled so sweet
Over the river
And through the woods, was the way
To Grandmother’s house
Snow, smoke, pine, bread, and pie
Recall the sweet visits there
This poem was based off the prompt ‘Life’s_____’ (fill in the blank) from November 3, 2021.
