Haiga Archive

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

toes in warm sand and scuffing the sky

breathing
easy again
moon jellies

a full moon rises
in wild shades of red
low over the tundra
my heart is uplifted
by the colors of the land