It's mighty cold in my area. Some of the snow has melted but plenty remains. The often gray skies and blustery winds leave me wrapped in sweaters and jackets. And somehow in the mix of this challenging weather, nostalgia visits.
Poet Colleen Chesebro invites participants to create a syllabic poem with at least one kigo phrase related to the season. My phrase is withering winds, and my poem is a simple tanka (5-7-5-7-7).
Today nostalgia prompts me to think of Grandpa. I hope you enjoy the simple verse. And I'd love to hear is this season takes you back in time as well.