Haiga Archive

blown in on the wind
blooms of heartsease
color the grass

thrashing fish
knowing they’re in a bucket
and not knowing
(Issa)

window open
a butterfly pulls my eyes
across the field
(Issa)

A big flood covered the world, drowning everyone except coyote, who only survived by scrambling onto the top of Mt. Diabolo. Eagle and hummingbird soon joined him……
golden gate
the beacon flashing out
on Alcatraz

fuzzy
the color of her eyes
misty morning

nothing is
as it seems
nothing is

ocean storm—
pelicans screaming
among the billows