Haiga Archive

if you cannot be
part of my life anymore
let no songbirds sing
except above this casket
among cemetery trees

kelp-scented wind
her ashes blow back
in my face

autumn wind
red flowers she wanted
to pick
(Issa)

moving day
the budding geranium
left behind

On the grand canal
we sip our morning espresso
seeing yet not seeing
what passes
before our eyes.

night sounds
a kayak dragged
up on shore

first rose…
the neighbor’s garden hat
ladybug red