Haiga Archive

afternoon breeze
crickets clinking in the underbrush

after your death
the ocean comforts me
how I long
to inhale that depth of blue
the eternity of waves

I pull
colors from my mind
save them
in a quilt of memories
to keep me warm all winter

in twilight
by the beach fire
I shiver
thinking of the last time
you turned to wave goodbye

alone again
the slow descent
of clouds
steals the mountains
that lift me up

first light—
checking the bedside clock
with half closed eyes
I envy those who can sing
so well before breakfast

saltwater morning
alone with my thoughts
and the cry of gulls