Haiga Archive

as if the wind
cares
white wildflowers

in the black hat—
scarecrow
accepts me

w czarnym kapeluszu—
strach na wrble
akceptuje mnie

long journey
whole chapters slide
past the window

persimmons
peeled and hanging
out to dry…
autumn’s harvest
shines brighter this year

brewer’s kitchen—
a cluster of bottles
filled with light

He splits the shadow and the sun

He looks up at the sun
Eyes of polished ebony
Near the brink of the canyon

He turns his face to the sun
Leaving his cheek in shade
Boy soon to be man

fog at dawn—
deep winter today
has no weight