Haiga Archive

unable to capture
that fresh-faced look
of innocence
I resort to trickery
and outright deception

behind me unseen
all the figures of my dreams
gather and scatter

sled dogs
pulling by moonlight
4 wheeler
in tow
subarctic mushing

back and forth
escaping colors—
sunset

beyond the sea
the sound of om sleeps
in the streets

poppy cake
a handful of seeds is enough
to forget winter

If I can sail upon this water
I can return
upon this sky