One April morning
bluest skies were overhead.
I soaked sun in bed.
Bedroom windows opened wide
with happy thoughts while inside.
Sun’s warmth relaxed me.
I napped until nine some more.
And I did not snore
and was out of bed and the door.
I was late but work ignore.
With carefree feelings
my driving was normal speed.
Two trails spread its seed.
Old folks biked around the block.
I dreamt to go for a walk.
Morning was cloudless.
At one-forty clouds of white
were formed as I write.
Fluffy and pretty, behold.
Sylphs, generations unfold.
Fresh air, clean water,
and clean hearts: the human race.
Blue skies, better place,
and thoughts: purple, pink and blue.
Sun is golden colored hue.
First attempt at tanka (with five examples)…
Revised original 20060418-Fresh Blue (deleted)…
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Hello Flynn, nice, and good luck!