Haiga Archive

the shoreline
each wave pulling
a new reflection

wild roses
cascade over the gate
to our past
holding hands, we step
backward into childhood

beyond layers of light on Walden Pond
the scaret centre of a yellowed leaf—
transcended

day’s end
a stream of commuters
flows homeward

camera
hunting for prey
hunting for prey

fallen petals
spill from my basket
each one
a bruised and scented
poem for your pillow

summer’s end…
yet, this ongoing search
for my ancestors