Haiga Archive

loud rustling—
in the cold wind the call
of a distant home
from satellite photos,
holes instead of trees

prairie heatwave
a kestrel’s wing fans
the grass

daybreak—
the murder of crows
takes flight

on my first flight
i wished i could
touch the clouds
peering through the window…
flight of fancy

mornings in green—
too heavy the burden
of light

winter grasses feathering the snow

the great war—
my grandfather’s story
still chills my heart
hungry soldiers in the trench
yet the snow… all that snow