Haiga Archive

rainy morning
in our tanned faces
yesterday’s sun

christmas eve
we discuss the habits
of fishes

our bodies
no more than stardust
we fall
from constellations
and for a moment, shine

sun at zenith
the old castle overlooks
the timeline

sunny sunday
the light reads
a forgotten book

spring in the reeds
wind sometimes reveals
bird secrets

shredding papers
finished projects, projects started
retired now
so much left undone
so much still to do