Degrees of separation haibun

In my hand is her memo telling me that she decided to leave our house. No need to re-read it, I already knew from the very beginning that it will happen. Sooner or later. But it shocked me, still. 


more unused hangers
in the wardrobe--
her scent

Beach haiku

‎1/
wave-washed sand castle--
the fading warmth of
your laughter

2/
i know, dear
you were stars last night
pebbles on the beach

3/
barefooted--
knowing why the left
deeper in the sand

Four sound of wave haiku

1/
the sound of wave
over the sound of wave
over the sound of waves

2/
the sound
of
wave

over

the sound
of
waves

3/
over

the sound
of waves--

the sound
of wave

4/
after
the sound
of wave

the sound
of

another
waves

Sunday paper haiga

Image; Selected ramdomly by PhotoEffectsLite for Mac, pinched and gamma adjusted 

Pile of dust haiga

http://notesfromthegean.com/archives/sept-2011/haiga/haiga_001.html

Changing shape of clouds haibun

Just figured out, after hours from dinner, a new way to sip my coffee. 

the moon, and i too

enjoy the changing shape

of clouds

Dead leaves tanka

1/
listen to goodbyes
as dead leaves off the branches
and i hear you weep
for the waves leaving the shore
or the words you cannot keep?


2/
when it was the rain
fell on the plain where
lambs are grassing
writing a poetry 'bout love
more about drifting clouds


3/
pray for rain
you whisper as we walk
across the plain
october breeze hisses
the echo from desolate moor