Haiga Archive

bright colors
and holiday cheer will fade…
just beyond the glitz

She creaks and groans
at every step, and
with the tides / of day.
chuckling
over memories
—carefree days and
brighter boards of youth.
…borrowed memories
renting a summer cabin

sleeping late—of late
the plaintive cry
of a lone goose

whistling…
the wind in my ears
a hymn on my lips

a robin’s breast…
ocher to crimson
the sun’s last rays

a kestrel’s cry
fading into gray
…alone again

rough hewn metal
pine boards—well gnarled
grandfather’s hands