Haiga Archive

twilight…
hoping to catch
one last wave

scuffing through
fallen leaves
breathing November

our short flight…
the same sun
to share

lotus digging
my son’s advice
for anger management

first summer day
watering the flowers
in my garden

stepping softly along
the river bed
ancient spirits
turn my feet
into paws

shade in summer
jam and wine in the fall
Grandpa’s arbor
when he died there was no wine
and the jam was not as sweet