Haiga Archive

a dove’s call
the office high-rise reflects
tree crowns

departing
in a rage
the yelp
of the
dog

im
zorn
fortgehen
das
winseln
des hundes

a hummingbird
at the fuchsia
just long enough
to whisper—
look!

hushed quiet whisper
her lipstick and whiskey taste
the witching hour
and now who cares for things like
raindrops against the window

Her summer
scattered on the park pond
a few crumbs

cold afternoon
arching its back
an alley cat

slowly
day to dusk…
fragrance of lilacs