THREE TANKA Snow Falling on Snow Renée Gregorio today the wind died and with it all smallness there is a river in the body—as it flows it pushes against the banks cold spring morning stream’s pulse through earth and trees strong black coffee in hand in my heart, an unfurling: the iris’s dark beard one orange poppy blooms among rose-bush and thorn inside its center black brushstrokes like birthmarks how it dares to be beautiful ©2015 Renée Gregorio