Haiga Archive

plum blossoms almost gone…
over the crooked wooden fence
trembling moon

how oppressive
a grey day appears
until
a chance wind shift
a different truth

take off Gyge’s ring
our common mortality
needs resurrection

…
the only one arriving
is the storm

home again
creaks like years ago
walnut branch

on the beach
promenade
the toddler walks
hand in hand with dad—
morning star

moon sliver
upturned on winter sky
Cheshire smile