Haiga Archive

parchment
the poetry
of old oaks

just a wave
breaks the silence–
end of season

morning breeze
freezing on masks
the same smile

autumn—
just
the
measured
flap
of
wings…

spring pond
a fish slightly pauses
for a finger’s touch

mouth of the cave
we enter as eagles
exit as sparrows

sudden flutter
from branch to branch
an avalanche of snow

in the bird feeder
more and more snow

letter from you
for a moment I hear
a nightingale’s warble

silence—
only the goldfinch sings
in the birdcage

diary from many years ago—
a rose in the pigeon’s beak

high noon
the cuckoo’s call fills
the empty house