Haiga Archive
Search results: mossy
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Elizabeth Shack
17 April 2025the difficult trail dead ends
up a muddy hill
i prefer
the path of ferns
under mossy limbs
leaves echo endlessly -
Robert Nowak
17 May 2014Crossroads
an abandoned fort
by the mossy stone
a bunch of wheatthe room filled with
sunrisean aroma of coffee
through an open window
trills of wrenswhat will the day bring?
ready for wandering
worn out shoesin this winter season
to feel someone closean old friend
the silent phone still
within reach
