A Tanka Sequence by David Anthony

Summer's End

Yesterday,

stealing from the sun,

dandelions

lit the shaded path

briefly. Now they're gone.

Hurry through

faded meadows, while

light still holds.

Days grow shorter; how

quickly evening comes.

Stirred to rise

by a falling foot,

feathered seeds,

graceful on the breeze,

drift towards the dawn.

(originally appeared in The Tanka Journal)