Haiga Archive

from the old copse
rook calls rake the evening
gathering shadows

under the old bridge
the old bridge

lying together
after spring thunderstorms
blossom and hailstones

where would moonlight be
without deep drifts of snow
the black pine’s shadow

full moon in the sky
black clouds trail shadows
over white pebbles

between the stones
a meandering wind
bright red poppies

across the pavement
tumbled by winter wind
an empty snailshell