Caressing memories - Tanka

dew drizzle
caressing the feet
lonely boy
memories of friends
lips still smile

I feel happy to have responded to the first episode at Carpe Diem Tanka Shrine. The goal was to write a Tanka in the same tone, sense and spirit as -

dull grey morn
a wayward snow-flake falls
upon her old tongue
the taste of Christmas -
her childhood joys

© Georgia 

My attempt at doing so is the Tanka at the beginning of this post.

Prompt by and Shared with -
Carpe Diem Tanka Shrine #1 Georgia's "dull grey morn"