Haiga Archive

sudden ripples
far apart
fisherman and prey
no longer alone
with my reflections

the beginning
of cold days and colder nights
the flow of friendship
stretches across miles
until we meet again

after the rain
on transparent paths
encounters

the sound
of a thousand wings—
starlings

light breaks into
cloud-swirled violet,
drawing indigo out of the night

deserted pond:
a lone goose paces:
dragging a wing

nor’easter
the radio keeps playing
white christmas