Haiga Archive

another autumn
the last of Grandpa’s wine
turned to vinegar

tropical heat
the cool green shadows
of rain

looking for warmth…
the pleasure of snow
gone with my youth

she lives
a fantasy life
her past denied
love and joy
color pictures
she paints
in her mind

bales of hay
on the rolling hillside
the stillness of heat

heavy frost
the browning of autumn
moves on

shade in summer
jam and wine in the fall
Grandpa’s arbor
when he died there was no wine
and the jam was not as sweet