Haiga Archive

spring garden
a glimpse of jewels
through morning mist

in this place of sweetness…
we drink lemonade

spring forest
her light steps
between the puddles

spring morning—
in the lake’s mirror the old mountains

already sunset
picking this paradise apple
…so small

He splits the shadow and the sun

He looks up at the sun
Eyes of polished ebony
Near the brink of the canyon

He turns his face to the sun
Leaving his cheek in shade
Boy soon to be man

brewer’s kitchen—
a cluster of bottles
filled with light