Haiga Archive

persimmons
peeled and hanging
out to dry…
autumn’s harvest
shines brighter this year

it was
as if she were
a butterfly
the way words flew
from her open hands

the fragility
of glass sponge reefs…
after all this time
we learn something new
about each other

solstice
northern lights dance
with the dark

snowlight
outside my window
a flurry of finches

night harvest
the chaff of stars
in dad’s hair

negative spaces the migrating silhouettes of geese