Haiga Archive

How long have I been sitting here,
O Nautilus
shell densely wedged beneath this hopeful wisp
of sapphire sky
or pared-back moon,
my February gray?

thus dark
the waters soft again
the sea now
empty – there is a certain weight to silence

soft, winter light—
the outline of trees
emerging
from the quiet edges
of the forest

Listen—
There is birdsong in the branches budding—
Let me teach you of the sky!

blue smoke
rising,
angling lavender to pink-
I lift my body to it,
echoing the dawn

light breaks into
cloud-swirled violet,
drawing indigo out of the night

moonlight
mountain melting out of darkness—
the time it takes to call me back