Haiga Archive

a simple christmas
now that I am alone
no fuss, no bother
a fragrance, a bit of red
and memories of years past

slow freigh—
time enough
for grass to grow

for better or worse
the years collapsed into one
of work and despair

Sunday
some are lucky
to get to rest

old age living life from a different angle

we build
a foundation
of love and trust
solid and lasting
with a special beauty

they couldn’t agree
as to why they quit—
drought or flood