dawn stillness
a blue heron
rising without a ripple
Author: Barbara Kaufmann
Barbra Kaufmann is a retired RN with lots of time for writing poetry, photography, gardening, walking and grandchildren!
Haiga
woodpecker song
luring me deeper
into solitude
(haiga)
wildflower walk
the
path
veers
off
through winter
(haiga)
Haiga: a few ducks for company the long way home
haiga: just where the sky
meets the sea —
laughing gulls
in a moon garden
filled with night bloomers
we stroll away
a blue hour
your hand in mine
chilly morning
my spring coat
stays packed
(haiga)
soft rain
on mountain wildflowers —
my mother’s voice
hospice pond
a ripple settles
into stillness
all my rough edges
smoothed out by salt air
morning stroll
(haiga)
living will
the kids know all I need
in the end
sunlight on my face
and ice cream every day
(haiga)
all the plans
we thought we had
sandcastles
(haiga)
in the beginning cherry blossoms (haiga)
tall grass
carries the scent of the sea
fishing memories
from my childhood
the father I lost
(haiga)
telling stories of long ago the sound of rain (haiga)
the ups and downs
of a September day
goldfinches
(haiga)
the struggle
to keep going
summer heat
(haiga)
finding a place to rest the scent of autumn (haiga)
spring
hanging her best silks
in the wind
(haiga)