Haiga Archive

at midday
the shadow waits
for its time

Milky Way—
we plan our journey
from star to star

deep silence
I feel the weight
of the snow

blinding headlights—
the moment when the leaf
freezes to the glass

fleeting rain
and her flirtatious smile
from under the umbrella
all good and bad days
at my fingertips

wetness of the painter’s brush
The Birth of Venus

hushed quiet whisper
her lipstick and whiskey taste
the witching hour
and now who cares for things like
raindrops against the window