Haiga Archive

sunrise
the fox’s fur ruffled
by the wind

I accept the cold
subduing my desire
for soft pastels
and wear the warmth
of earthy tones

voice of winter sun
before the storm
birds flee

leafing through
old travel albums
all roads lead home

deep winter
out of nowhere
the scent of flowers

Lost in a murder
mystery
wondering if I have an alibi for that night

a gleaming train
meandering by moonlight
river in the rain
winding… way from me
still… never seen the sea