Haiga Archive

leaving the trees early april sun
The spring wind is blowing warm. Just above the trees a swift flying crow heads stright for the lake. A sudden cross wind gusts and knocks the crow sideways, nearly flipping it over. It lets out a startled caw but quickly recovers and continues on.

spring warmth
filling the evening
chorus frogs

chapstick
whispers of my childhood
on her lips

distant traffic
the morning commute
of geese

winter campsite
flickering in the breeze
a squirrel tail

in the silence
between two gull cries
the waves

early spring
swaying in the wind
wisps of birch