Haiga/Haiku/Tanka copyright 2011-2025 by Sandi Pray
smoky mountains
a flower’s grace
six months past
arctic day
all the quiet
filled by birds
trail of tears
the snow moon
is so cold
winter mouse
all the tiny holes
in my umbrella
dark winter day
i hear the redbird
with my heart
awakened
by a silent sound
winter night
the spare beauty
of everything
valley trees my next tattoo etched in fog
face to face
with a low hanging sky
morning breath
trying to make
my footsteps whisper
silent forest
imagination hiking deeper into it
bare limbs at dusk
the gentle mourning
of one dove
mountains of leaves
raked into piles
evening wind
snowy forest
the peace i seek
finds me
tracks in the snow
a coyote deepens
mine
i rise
with mountains
autumn dawn
morning fog
all i no longer
remember
sound by sound
the case against sleep
night storm
creek crossing
i pause halfway
for a song
as if every answer is blue wilderness sky
one
rake
a
galaxy
of
fallen
leaves
autumn
a field of cloud shadows
full of blackbirds
moonlit water
a stone’s throw
too far
sketching a dream
before it’s gone
incoming tide
thanksgiving
a stranger’s baby
bubbles at me
new moon
the colour of
every sound
candlelight
in the window
coming home
pouring sunset
from a beer bottle
the first star
down river
the last light dims
cold autumn night
sunset two fish jumping into the sound
yesterday’s rain
dawn quivers
on my lashes
full of fog
morning flows on
white with sounds
empty hallway
i breathe the thought
of someone’s popcorn
open window
the cool fall air
i lie down with
for a moment
i am the heron
first light
hurricane relief
the ripening of
holly berries
cool blue air
though an open door
autumn evening
my friend’s death . .
walking her dog
through moonlight
one duck floats
on a cloudless sky
hospice pond
wisteria
mother son granddaughter
blooming
the same trail
the same old friend
night again
public gardens
i pass through the scent
of a stranger
one cicada
then another
september eve
rush hour
our echoes meet
in the stairwell
coastal flood warning
the reanimation
of plastics
one duck
tonight the river
has a lonely voice
cinnamon tea
drinking the scent
of dawn
hurricane season
the rhythms of
rebuilding
sunrise
my reflection knows
the river’s calm
