Haiga Archive

seasons flash by
quicker than lightning
across this lake
the family cottage
falls to rack and ruin

word search
in the bend of the beach grass—
deliverance

swaying…
the swallows chirping descends
into a garden bed

a strain of music
heard then lost
then heard again

red robes—
color
unfolding

nothing to do
with Piinocchio’s nose
magpie’s tail

cold fireplace—
in the boarding house corner
the last guest