Tanka
cola cap moons
pressed into blacktop
hold fixed orbits
in the tar baby
trapped southern sunshine
we peel pears
on the back porch steps
hands swarm with bees
who lap the nectar
and leave a tickle
cicada
levered outside husk
ascends afresh
after long slumbers
to soar for a breath
cold seeps
under the door
kettle trills
to rouse one from dreams
of glacial ages
bruise blue sky
stoplights lift and swing
front moves in
lightning strikes reveal
the crack between worlds
bare fruit tree
with one persimmon
fall foliage
not just colored leaves
also their absence
thunder fades
steam clouds billow
from soaked fence
raindrops tap and dance
sun shafts sweep the meadow
Mother's Day
Haiku by Terry Ingram
About Terry Ingram
Terry Ingram: Retired
advertising writer-producer-director. Writing Haiku, Senryu, Haibun and
Tanka since 2002.
