Haiga Archive

winter walk
haunted by shadows and reflections
of the past
do you ever wonder as I do
where all our days and nights have gone

migrating geese
swallowed
by blue sky

log over fallen log
the path we take
together

climate change
an old gardener
goes native

stressed
made the day go backwards
with desserts

rip rap buttonbush
i see my friends
found you first

good times
remain in my heart
cilnging
like an ocean mist…
the day we met