Haiga Archive

Titan’s orange sky
methane snow swirling
familiar
patterns of movement
alien now, looking back

jasmine
fragrance
the creaking
wooden gate

a white-tailed deer takes a long sip of the sky cool morning

rime ice
on every crimson leaf
this morning
a radiance of cardinals
prepares to take flight

her mother’s daughter
learning to
hide
the bruises

dusk
thrumming frog song
reaches around me

fisher of moments I snap the red tide