Haiga Archive

while leaves
still hold raindrops
silver-lined clouds
sit on the mountain tops
a statement to daybreak

in the stillness
a few grackles fly in
running the palms

in the labyrinth
of the drought
a thirst for rain

singing its name
into the light of morning
kiskadee

panis angelicus…
the blend of children’s voices
funeral mass

just for a while this sunset
golden like the burning bush

opening windows
a startled bird cascades
from the wall