Gettysburgh Tanka
first crocuses
purple, yellow, white–
we spend
the equinox
touring the old battleground
monuments
of both sides
weathered now–
a mossy boulder marks
nothing more than time
at the peace flame
a driving wind–
to remember
or to forget,
spring is the right season.
Miriam's Well: Poetry, Land Art, and Beyond 
Excellent. Captures my memory of it.
Thank you!
Great tanka inspired by an incredibly humbling place.
Humbling is indeed the word…
Haunting, Miriam. I am there, remembering.
Thanks for reading!