Haiga Archive

yet three summers…
your sweetness missed
early harvest

lengthening days
my season of pruning…
hoping for blossoms

a wind chime tinkles…
the natter of old friends
passed by

waving branches—
a single leaf drops
rain again

bright colors
and holiday cheer will fade…
just beyond the glitz

She creaks and groans
at every step, and
with the tides / of day.
chuckling
over memories
—carefree days and
brighter boards of youth.
…borrowed memories
renting a summer cabin

sleeping late—of late
the plaintive cry
of a lone goose