Haiga Archive

beyond the hill
a robin sings
spring breeze
spreading garbage smell
from the abandoned stable

gathering
my thoughts from the bottom of
the pond
the nocturnal bird’s call echoes
from the glistening bass scales

barbecue with dad
in the cold water barrel
rubber ducks

crows
tarnishing the white
winter afternoon

the cherry petals
falling soundlessly
amont raindrops

the tree lights off—
our hens peck at
the christmas wheat

platonic love… your copper hair covered in patina