Haiga Archive

street fair
the cotton candy face
of a little girl

the beginning
of cold days and colder nights
the flow of friendship
stretches across miles
until we meet again

turning my face
to feel the warmth—
winter sunshine

Indian summer
the end of amber days
and seamless nights

picking apples
I follow the bees
to the sweetest tree

midwinter dreams—
one, two, three, four, five
packets of seeds

young girls
in their summer dresses
the color
of a sunset sky