Haiga Archive

a walk in the park
between us
a scent of lilac

housing crisis…
in tumbledown shack
a brand new lock

the difficult trail dead ends
up a muddy hill
i prefer
the path of ferns
under mossy limbs
leaves echo endlessly

an empty nest
of plant down and rootlets
somewhere
the cries of snow geese
entreat me to forget

airy jostle
of the willow tree’s leaves
summer breeze

I was like a sadhu
wandering on the mountains
carefree, without bondage
then you happened
and my life found its anchor

ocean
on the beach
where kids played
yesterday