Haiga Archive

an oak dressed in stars first frost

standing stock-still:
the deer
and me

a poetic song
finches vocalize fall notes
the lyrics of change

a soft breeze flirting
like a flickering candle
the coolness seeps in

I’m appealing…
to your sense of the mishchevious~
etch me with your tome
of Sappho’s poems

sunset—
rose gold
into a silent night

eroding shoreline
a plastic cup skitters
across a parking lot

first anniversary:
so many suns
to chase