Tanka on Tuesday 10/26/21

three grey squirrels scamper

through mounds of golden oak leaves

cheeks stuffed full of seeds

acorn caps strewn carelessly

preparations for winter

Something simmering

chili simmering

outside leaves blanket the grass

Coltrane plays softly

my head rests on your shoulder

we sway then dip for a kiss

5.18 tanka on tuesday

I watch the sunset
in the puddle before me
reflecting clearly
scarlet and gold vividly
stretched across the horizon

Tanka on Tuesday 4.27.21

seventeen starlings
perched upon a single wire
just after the dawn
only yellow beaks showing
against the mottled greyness