no pear tree
no partridge either . . .
I wake up
to a chill on my face
a million crows-a-cawing
Above, one I wrote last winter. Many dog-size crows usher in the mornings around here with their distinctive squawks. When the idea first planted itself in my mind, I remember being alone in a literal and metaphorical chill—and all those crows, as usual.
Synchronicity: I'm not writing about cherry blossoms in this poem, lovely as they are; by that I mean I'm not especially using traditional imagery in the first part. Yet last month, on the blog of a fellow writer whose work I admire, I came across a published haiku in a similar vein—different overall though starting out with the same type of pear/partridge imagery. It appears we may have been on the same wavelength. That sort of thing, of course, happens (and can be enjoyable). You may have read the haiku or, if not, I hope you do sometime.
Though I'm fond of this particular tanka, as I am the above-mentioned haiku as well, I've decided just to post it on this blog and not bother searching for some other "home" for it. I go through phases where I don't much feel like peddling my poetry wares anyway. And I also remind myself that above all I write because I seem to enjoy it. Hope you enjoy this.