Can't Light A Fire Without A Spark

the straight of your back
refracted in
this morning’s frost,
my glare begins to thaw.

Teensy tanka, #30 of 30! I did it: wrote a poem every day this month to benefit immigrants in our community via Center for New Americans. If you’d like to help celebrate these shenanigans, it’s not too late to make a contribution of any amount. Thank you for all your support, dear readers. Whew!