Haiga Archive

strong sun
my image disappears
from the mirror

sticky willow
refuses to let me go—
summer squall

wish I could walk a mile in my shoes

… you set my heart on fire”: I said
but the wind that chased clouds
over tops of mountains
still seemed to drown out
the sound of my words

her secret
one pathway leading
to another

eclipse moon
smothers a wheat field;
hay bales ablaze

the row of amber
prescription bottles
spring growth