Standing in the door,
Hidden in obscurity
Planning the first step
Hesitant, the black abyss
Awaits, swallowing the night
Tanka-5, 7, 5. 7, 7
Standing in the door,
Hidden in obscurity
Planning the first step
Hesitant, the black abyss
Awaits, swallowing the night
Tanka-5, 7, 5. 7, 7
A Tanka:
The hiker walks, boots
crunching the autumn leaves that
have fallen, making
each step an enchanted and
blissful journey towards peace.