Haiga Archive

morning hoarfrost—
as if the chrysanthemums
had blossomed overnight

housing crisis…
in tumbledown shack
a brand new lock

the difficult trail dead ends
up a muddy hill
i prefer
the path of ferns
under mossy limbs
leaves echo endlessly

airy jostle
of the willow tree’s leaves
summer breeze

ocean
on the beach
where kids played
yesterday

prairie sky
gray plateaus
promise snow

after the sun sets
a whole galaxy
of mystery