Haiga Archive

frozen shoreline—
summer metronome broken…
or sleeping

I look furtively
through windows—waiting for the wind
that will chase away the cold
I also know that you
already long for spring

autumn chill—
bringing an old tea bag
back to life
with brush
& ink

breaking
rules of the game
winter songbirds

cartwheels
it’s a long story
from here to stardust

early winter
the wind stops
for a moment

forest covered by snow
between the tree
the last ray of sun