Haiga Archive

mating season how quickly i forget winter wind

winter walk
haunted by shadows and reflections
of the past
do you ever wonder as I do
where all our days and nights have gone

climate change
an old gardener
goes native

good times
remain in my heart
cilnging
like an ocean mist…
the day we met

goldfinches
have fledged and flown away…
in silence
the gathering wind
whispers to me

everywhere at once
tiny bursts of color
in late winter
it is always you
i fall for again

morning stillness
the murmur of shore birds
in the shallows