Haiga Archive

in twilight
by the beach fire
I shiver
thinking of the last time
you turned to wave goodbye

pond rings
the tadpole’s
first kicks

under a smear of storm
I write false sentiment
little white lies
that grow and grow
and burst

I pull
colors from my mind
save them
in a quilt of memories
to keep me warm all winter

rickety pier
a broken dawn
spills on to the water

spring moon
I take a bath
of light

together may we
hear violins in the rain…
for without love
all sounds are unbearable
in that silence called absence