Haiga Archive

blue heron on
the spring lake
one less minnow

migratory birds
key to the summer cottage
under the doormat

plum blossoms almost gone…
over the crooked wooden fence
trembling moon

we meet on edges
where pines whisper sepia
light washes out time

sun-lit dawn
yesterday’s storm
forgotten

leaving the trees early april sun
The spring wind is blowing warm. Just above the trees a swift flying crow heads stright for the lake. A sudden cross wind gusts and knocks the crow sideways, nearly flipping it over. It lets out a startled caw but quickly recovers and continues on.

afternoon tea
warming my hands
yours over mine