Haiga Archive

adding to the wind
of a thousand voyages
a single breath

crows
castle conference
on the loch

shade in summer
jam and wine in the fall
Grandpa’s arbor
when he died there was no wine
and the jam was not as sweet

winter sun
the surprising whiteness
of a single birch

hair damp
from the soft air
my toes
anchor into this strange beach
your last kiss still lingering

late spring fnding my way to the stars

august heat
a thousand suns
shimmer on vines