late November
withered grass whispers summer
on rain-melted fields
yet autumn deepens
there is no going back
.
.
©️2019 Ontheland
Contemplating Frank Tassone’s Day 8 excerpt from Basho’s Narrow Road to the Interior, this tanka reflection came to mind.
Ontheland 
Reblogged this on Frank J. Tassone and commented:
#Haiku Happenings #1 (11/29/19): Janice’s latest #tanka inspired by my A Month with Basho series!
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Thank you, Frank :))
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Yes. We can only go forward. Even Mother Nature says so. I love this poem.
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Thank you :))
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Not as colourful as spring flowers…but just as exotic 🙂
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A beautiful poem sharing the last colours of Autumn highlighted by a striking image.
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Thank you, Denis. The snow is back now!
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So often I say to myself and others, life doesn’t go in reverse!
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