Haiga Archive

a slick
of moonlight across
dark water
the way our wounds
fill up with silver

my eyesight
not what it once was
but, oh
the way a rainbow blurs
into iridescence

first day of summer
even the sky
marks the moment

lowering sky
the silences
after evensong

I gently strum
a lark’s bleached ribcage…
how long
have you lain here
with your mossy heart

cloud inversion
the mountain not a mountain
after all

the bull
in with the heifers
spring fever