Sunday, April 13, 2014

April Haiku

April Haiku

Ivory butterflies
perch on the new arms of spring,
the dogwood blossoms.

©Charles Ghigna

Saturday, April 5, 2014

Lady Banks

Lady Banks

Southern trail
Roadside roses
Yellow grows
In fragrant poses

©Charles Ghigna

Friday, April 4, 2014



Looks like grapes

And smells like roses;
Springtime's gift
To eyes and noses.

©Charles Ghigna

from Highlights High Five

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Sunrise Serenade

"Sunrise" by Chip Ghigna
Oil on wood, 12" x 32"

Sunrise Serenade

Come sit and watch the sunrise,
Come close and hear her song;
She’s singing in the treetops,
Rejoicing in the dawn.

She finds a nest of songbirds,
She spotlights where they are;
Come see them shining in the trees,
Each one a morning star.

©Charles Ghigna

Sunday, January 26, 2014

Thursday, December 26, 2013

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year!

Life is a snowflake,
A free-falling star,
A fragile reminder
Of all that we are.

Born of a raindrop,
Laced by the breeze,
Spinning through space,
Dancing through trees.

A diamond of light,
A gem in the sun,
A journey of hope,
A new life begun.

©Charles Ghigna

Thursday, December 19, 2013

Thursday, November 21, 2013

Winter Calls

Winter Calls

At the window
Snowflakes falling,
In the treetops
Cardinals calling.

On the mountain
Skiers skiing,
In the blue sky
Snow Geese fleeing.

On the hillside
Children sledding,
In the valley
Winter wedding.

In the country
Church bells ringing,
In the choir
Singers singing.

In the village
Full of sounds
Winter makes
Her snowy rounds.

Winter Issue 2013 ©Charles Ghigna

Monday, November 11, 2013



Late November
Time stands still,
Echoes from
A whippoorwill;

Winter sky,
Silver blue,
Maple leaves,
A golden hue;

A hint of snow
Fills the air.
A whispered sigh,
“Is someone there?”

A stranger waves
Upon the hill.
November from
My windowsill.

from Cricket Magazine ©Charles Ghigna

Monday, November 4, 2013

The Ubiquitous Barking Dogs

The Ubiquitous Barking Dogs

The neighborhood is full of them,
One, or two, or six;
Thoroughbred, pedigree,
Random stray or mix.

Late at night when the moon is bright
From shadows in the dark,
Their distant cries fill the skies
In one long lonely bark.

©Charles Ghigna

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Day of the Dead - Dia de los Muertos

"The Day of the Dead 1924"
Oil on Canvas by Diego Rivera

Day of the Dead
Dia de los Muertos

Oct. 31 - Nov. 2

Day of the Dead is a Mexican holiday celebrated throughout Mexico and around the world.
The holiday focuses on gatherings in remembrance of family and friends who have died.
The Day of the Dead is not a sad or depressing time, but a time of happiness and celebration!

Let us live this day with laughter,
Let us fill our hearts with song;
Let us pray for all who held us--  
Life is short, but love is long.

©Charles Ghigna

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

The Haunted House

The Haunted House

The haunted house is such a scream
Because tonight  is Halloween.

The creaking door is open wide
And so we slowly peek inside.

We tiptoe in and hold our breath
(Because we’re really scared to death.)

Two mummies greet us at the door
(Or maybe three, or was it four.)

They lead us to the living room
Through smoky clouds of dewy doom,

Then down a hall where spiders spin
Giant webs to catch us in.

Lost among the mournful maze
We wander through this haunted haze.

We climb some stairs into a place
Where eyes float by without a face.

And then a witch with eyes aglow
Grabs us as we start to go.

She holds us back and with a shout,
“I’ve got you now, there’s no way out!”

We hear our hearts pound in our ears
While fighting back a flood of tears.

We break away and then we hide
And wish that we had stayed outside.

Then suddenly across the floor
A flash of light leads to a door.

A pumpkin shines its candlelight
And points the way back to the night.

Then once outside we start to grin--
‘Cause now we want to go back in!

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Pumpkins On Guard

Pumpkins On Guard

Look at all the pumpkin faces
Lighting up so many places.

On the porch and in the yard,
Pumpkin faces standing guard.

Looking friendly, looking mean,
With a smile or with a scream.

Orange faces burning bright
In the cool October night.

Running Press ©Charles Ghigna

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Autumn's Way

Autumn's Way
In their yellow-most goings,
leaves of maple
ride breezes to the ground.
You can hear their sound
each autumn afternoon
as the crisp air cuts
through the trees
and hurries us along
the golden sidewalks

from A Fury of Motion ©Charles Ghigna

Monday, September 30, 2013

October - Haiku



Artist autumn comes,
paints her blush across each tree,
drops palette, and leaves.

River City Publishing ©Charles Ghigna

1st Place 
Sakura International Haiku Competition

Sunday, September 22, 2013

Autumn Leaves

Autumn Leaves

Autumn leaves,
Heaven sent,
Golden coins
Gently spent.

Autumn leaves,
Fill the blue
October skies.

Autumn leaves,
Tiny kites,
Falling, rising
To new heights.

Autumn leaves,
Red and brown,
Swirling, twirling
To the ground.

©Charles Ghigna

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Speaking of Flowers

Speaking of Flowers

Iris going to say the other Day
Lily came over and wanted to know
If flowers could talk as well as grow.

It took my Baby's Breath away
To hear her tell us what they say
When flowers whisper low each day.

Laurel was looking hardy and so
We Aster if she thought
The flowers could talk or not.

"Thistle let you know," she said,
"Listen with your heart instead
And you will hear them in your head."

Then yesterday Morning
Glory came over and told us all
The flowers are silent each winter and fall,

But they always take Clover each spring.
"With a hum and buzz and whisper or two,
The flowers," she said, "Are talking to you."  

Then she Rose and said, "Good-bye."
The Weeping Willow made her cry.

©Charles Ghigna

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

10 Things I’ve Learned as a Children’s Author

10 Things I’ve Learned as a Children’s Author

1.)  Children have the best imaginations.

2.)  Daydreaming is highly underrated.

3.)  It is better to write from the child in you, rather than for children.

4.)  It is better to start with a big idea and write it simple, rather than the other way around.

5.)  Style is not how you write.  It is how you do not write like anyone else.

6.)  People think you own all the books, not just the ten free author copies you receive from the publisher upon publication; after that you have to buy them like everyone else.

7.) When you climb out of a three-day writing frenzy to make a late night run to Piggly Wiggly, check to see if you are still in your pajamas.

8.)  It's not easy to cash a check wearing a three-day old beard and pajama bottoms.

9.)  5% royalties from the sale of each book does not go far when buying groceries.

10.)  Staring out the window and making things up is a fun way to make a living.

reprinted with permission from PORTICO Magazine ©Charles Ghigna

Thursday, September 5, 2013

Choice Art

Choice Art

The answer to the artist
Comes quicker than a blink
Though initial inspiration
Is not what you might think.

The Muse is full of magic,
Though her vision’s sometimes dim;
The artist does not choose the work,
It is the work that chooses him.

©Charles Ghigna

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

A Poem is a Firefly

A Poem is a Firefly

A poem is a firefly
Upon the summer wind;
Instead of shining where she goes,
She lights up where she's been.

©Charles Ghigna

Thursday, August 22, 2013

Catching Poems

Catching Poems

Cast a line.
Reel it in.
Check the hook.
Cast again.

Poems swim
Beneath the sea
In schools of thought
Called poetry!

©Charles Ghigna

Tuesday, August 13, 2013


"Sunset" by Chip Ghigna
Oil on wood, 32" x 12"


Like clipper ships
On sky blue seas,
The days sail by
On summer’s breeze.

We hold on tight
As time stands still
And ride the waves
Toward autumn’s chill.

©Charles Ghigna

Monday, August 5, 2013

Thursday, August 1, 2013

Light Verse - Food Fare and House Rules

Food Fare

A restaurant choice?
Take my advice;
The lower the lights,
The higher the price.

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House Rules

Most marriages these days will last
(If you should ask most any spouse)
Directly in proportion to
The distance from your in-laws’ house.

©Charles Ghigna