Haiga Archive

eclipse
the ravens have swallowed
their shadows

I hand-stitch
a bereavement quilt
through the night
silver threads unwind
from spools of my tears

and still
I am cut to the heart
by these blades
of wild iris swaying
around your tomb

sometimes
it all seems too much
to bear,
but then comes the rain
and a wood thrush singing

eulogy
the blur of water
over stones

I turn
my gaze inward
how dark
this long journey
back into the light

scrabbling towhees
something concealed
in the duff