Haiga Archive

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

Sunday
some are lucky
to get to rest