Haiga Archive

sudden flutter
from branch to branch
an avalanche of snow

in the bird feeder
more and more snow

letter from you
for a moment I hear
a nightingale’s warble

silence—
only the goldfinch sings
in the birdcage

diary from many years ago—
a rose in the pigeon’s beak

high noon
the cuckoo’s call fills
the empty house

back from the hospital
the stork’s nest
still empty

hot tea
far away
silent thunder

sunrise
on the old oak
first snow

grandmother
she recognizes us
by touch

vegetable garden
between peas and tomatoes
our first kiss

full moon
new street lamps
even brighter