Haiga Archive

every where I turn
the future
is spring

afternoon tea
warming my hands
yours over mine

winter photos
all color shots
are black and white

I accept the cold
subduing my desire
for soft pastels
and wear the warmth
of earthy tones

a simple christmas
now that I am alone
no fuss, no bother
a fragrance, a bit of red
and memories of years past

slow freight—
time enough
for grass to grow

for better or worse
the years collapsed into one
of work and despair