With the first rain.
Knock on leaf-littered ground
Waking seeds from earth-tucked sleep.
Sprouts pop out and reach for the sun,
From instinct observing nature’s wish
To praise the sky for bringing heaven’s gift.
This was written for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday #127, follow and lead. The synonyms I used are in bold.
For this one, I must admit that I chose to think of the ‘ed’ on a lot of past tense verbs as not a syllable (‘tucked’ is, I believe, pronounced like ‘tukt’). So I might be off in your count, but I’m still fine with the way I counted it. Thought I’d explain. 🙂