Haiga Archive

departing storks
a pair
falls behind

finally
in the shady intimacy…
butterflies

a walk in the park
between us
a scent of lilac

housing crisis…
in tumbledown shack
a brand new lock

the difficult trail dead ends
up a muddy hill
i prefer
the path of ferns
under mossy limbs
leaves echo endlessly

an empty nest
of plant down and rootlets
somewhere
the cries of snow geese
entreat me to forget

airy jostle
of the willow tree’s leaves
summer breeze