Haiga Archive

fallen green
from the tree
spared the pecking of birds

how softly
his wizened cheeks
wear tears

morning’s glory
sapphire blossoms
my daughter’s eyes
from the first smile
still sparkling

family
we are bound to each other
by welds of steel
there is no separating one
without the whole losing strength

striking a chord
with the concert pianist…
tempo allegro

morning mourning
the light
not so light

dying mall
a lone kiosk offers
cash for gold