empty

empty nest

as real as memory

the wood duck's cry

robin

lonely dreams

waking to a field

of robins

choose

storm weary

a rain crow chooses

the redbud tree

crest

reaching the crest

dusk hurries my footsteps

back home

127th WHA Haiga Contest

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stone cold

stone cold sun

soon there will be

dandelions

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sunset

from the river

a deer trail turns me

into sunset

almost

last night's dream

almost remembered

the murmur of starlings

one

night opens

a bird i know sings

with one i don't

brushed

a turtle

brushed by my shadow 

slips into its own

first

as if

our first evening

rising moon

notebook

windswept woman 

a life of notebooks

filled with birds

shades

shades of blue

before and after

a raven 

green

hoar frost

lured by the glow

of a green reed 

love

shades of grey

an old woman's love

of winter song

here

simply here

sky-deep on a mountain

crow in a treetop

thoughts

five pennies

for all my thoughts

winter afternoon

fly

winter sky

again and again

the urge to fly

back home

moss covered twigs

an eagle carries sunset

back home

dew

on a page

in my notebook

morning dew

crossing

the sound of sky

crossing the prairie

i am no one

grey

until i am

as grey as the sky

a walk in the woods 

winter

a hawk cries

from the northern woods 

coldest winter

point

counting koi

the ups and downs of

my starting point

wild

just north

of the setting moon

trees wild with green

other side

garden wall

afternoon falls softly

on the other side

explosion

running hard into blackbirds morning explodes

even

marsh rabbit

even when we're gone

violets

breathing

breathing sky

heavy with night damp

mountain dawn 

casually

mistletoe

how casually the owl

turns my way

night

between the moon

and the mockingbird

night takes its time 

beach

winter night

the beach needs no moon

to guide me

again

not quite touching

the butterfly comes 'round

again

reeds

wind in the reeds

walking deeper into

a blackbird's story

now

last ibis

just two of us now

becoming night