Oak

In November’s chill
in day’s last light
a single oak robed
in red stands tall
among the naked maples

A gogyohka in response to Tina Nguyen’s Gpoem prompt of the week.

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About Chris

Chris Galvin is a Canadian writer, editor and photographer dividing her time between Canada and Viet Nam. Her essay Flood Season was a finalist for the 2012 Best of the Net prize, and Discovering Hến Rice in Central Việt Nam won third place (shared) and a Readers’ Choice Award in the 2015 I Must Be Off! Travel Essay Contest. Her work has appeared in various anthologies and literary journals, including Descant, Asian Cha, PRISM International, Room, and others. She has written in Vietnamese and English for Vietnam Tourism Review/Kham Pha Du Lich Vietnam Magazine, Travellive, and Du Lich Giai Tri. Chris is currently looking for a home for her recently completed manuscript, Breakfast Under the Bodhi Tree, a book about living, eating, and tour-guiding in Viet Nam.
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4 Responses to Oak

  1. redplace says:

    Such clear and precise words that evokes a beautiful image. Really lovely…

  2. In a few words so much is said; it evokes autumn indeed. Lovely!

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