Author: Anne Curran

 

pastas, soups
and Turkish bread
at my door …
her generous spirit
colors my cheeks

 

daybreak
with the curtains drawn
my mind dark . . .
then, the warble
of a tui couple

 

 

(Previously published: Undertow Tanka Review;’ Issue 3, 2014)

unwell today …
lichen climbing
the lemon tree

purple clematis…
changing her wardrobe
into summer

 

 

(originally appeared in Shamrock Journal, Issue #26, 2013)

as she turns to leave
my mother’s
girlish smile

 

 

(originally appeared in Valley Micropress (NZ), June, 2010)

shorter days . . .
wizened grapes
cling to the vine

 

 

 

(Originally published in A Hundred Gourds, June 2012)