Haiga Archive

rays of sun
through the window
the smile of an old lady
a breath of spring
in the middle of winter

Labor Day—
a mourning dove watches
minnows swirl

Crossroads

an abandoned fort
by the mossy stone
a bunch of wheat

the room filled with
sunrise

an aroma of coffee
through an open window
trills of wrens

what will the day bring?
ready for wandering
worn out shoes

in this winter season
to feel someone close

an old friend
the silent phone still
within reach

fairy wren
the small movements
of my breath

sour cherries…
blossoms
just the other day

camera
hunting for prey
hunting for prey

shade by shade
scratching out a dream…
distant starlight