Haiga Archive

in the eye of a storm the weaver bird’s home

spring storm–
down the stairs
a rushing river

faraway stars glimmer
fairytale voices
on a fiery blue lake

parting cloud
on the snowdrops
brambled springtime

tired of alexa
and the buzz of gadgets
stepping out
into the sun

music
electric
dance
wild
inhibitions nil
…i,m on a pill

distant memories
linger
but yesterday’s hazy…
like the landscape flying past
in the train window