Haiga Archive

soft, winter light—
the outline of trees
emerging
from the quiet edges
of the forest

a new day
the comfort of long johns
and sunrise

first date
the sound of
a fallen
crystalline note

all the journeys
i shouldn’t have done—
sunken boat

sunny afternoon
in a sleepy village
the scent of bread

face by face
the moon shows
its dark side

twarz przy twarzy
księżyc pokazuje
swą ciemną stronę

first the scent
then the smoke
signal fire