Haiga Archive

end of the day
a few coals still glowing
in the grate

undressing for bed
closing tight the drapes
to hide the moon

our years together
layer upon layer
blending
the smooth and the rough
forming one whole

I pick wildflowers
liking them more than roses,
their tenacity
growing in tougher places
than I have ever known

holidays over
the house buttoned up
for winter

the new year
thawing out
old resolutions

tea in china cups
a snowy afternoon
perfumed with mint