Haiga Archive

seasons flash by
quicker than lightning
across this lake
the family cottage
falls to rack and ruin

equinox…
when the sun forgets
to shine,
migrating goldfinches
still remember how

sunlight
butters the prairie hills
we gather
to give thanks before
our morning chores

black sand beach
a chunk of ice
holds the sky

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