Haiga Archive

wild iris
the buck’s antlers
still fuzzy

She creaks and groans
at every step, and
with the tides / of day.
chuckling
over memories
—carefree days and
brighter boards of youth.
…borrowed memories
renting a summer cabin

last day of autumn
the weight and shape
of the garden

in echo of their song
flying away…
morning chill

summer rain
under a leaf
a small spider

a crow stretches…caws…settles
winter dawn

full moon
a long line of piss-ants
streaming towards the honey pot