Haiga Archive

the sister
I didn’t know I had
rhizomes

cat-ice
our circle of old friends
grows smaller

our bodies
no more than stardust
we fall
from constellations
and for a moment, shine

the autumn wind
whispers a lament
of longing
I wonder again
why you let me go

sunless day
the sparks of mica
under our boots

we compose
the music of our lives
with grace notes
scattered between
lullaby and requiem

estrangement…
even army ants
know how
to build bridges