Haiga Archive

vegetable garden
between peas and tomatoes
our first kiss

behind the allotment gate
what I never thought
to look for

from across the roji
the ripples fade to
spring breeze—
measuring the distance
between me and myself

a wind chime tinkles…
the natter of old friends
passed by

shortest day
I light up my only
scented candle

water circles—
a dragonfly dances
with a leaf

winter wind
through bare branches
dreams of spring