Haiga Archive

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

away two days—
hawthorne trees
bursting their buds