Haiga Archive

two still play even though the
rest of the band has packed up
and gone home

the sister
I didn’t know I had
rhizomes

storks arrival
old grave digger for a while
straightens his back

dragonfly design
unchanged in 400 million years
ideal for what’s coming

parrots on branches
a green spring perches
on a winter tree

butterflies winglets
the gentle touch—
of nectar
that I want
to taste

hemmed in by snow—
red apples lined up
on the windowsill