Haiga Archive

restoration garage
all that’s past
worth preserving

digging through the roots
of an overpacked rhizome…
pulling stars from the soil

in that pause
the great blue heron
surveys the open river

winter grasses feathering the snow

morning hoarfrost—
as if the chrysanthemums
had blossomed overnight

housing crisis…
in tumbledown shack
a brand new lock

the difficult trail dead ends
up a muddy hill
i prefer
the path of ferns
under mossy limbs
leaves echo endlessly