Haiga Archive

family
we are bound to each other
by welds of steel
there is no separating one
without the whole losing strength

after the miser’s death
the relatives
live high on the hog

river sunset
the show
before the fireworks

he was my center
my fragrance
and my life
he had a few thorns
but i never bled

the years gone
remembering
the wildflowers

castles in the air
some dreamers build
on solid ground

every where I turn
the future
is spring