Haiga Archive

storm clouds
all the colors
in a raven’s call

record low-tide…
the moon sinks deeper
into the night
I’m set adrift in a rowboat
without any oars

the moon’s light
sinks deep
into my veins
with joy i exhale
a billion stars

wild river…
over and over
the sound of
white

a wild horse galloped
headlong into the sun
I knew not of its passing
or the trail of gold
it left upon the land

autumn tones
season’s last breath
won’t let go

toes in warm sand and scuffing the sky