Haiga Archive

the tree lights off—
our hens peck at
the christmas wheat

panis angelicus…
the blend of children’s voices
funeral mass

garden gate
sakura blossoms falling
to the earth’s heart

morning
the whole playground hears
—I have a brother!

fluid crescents
eclipsed sun through wind blown leaves
a celebration

fresh breeze
in the heart of the morning glory
remnants of rain
should I forgive
or just try to forget?

shortly after
the scared eiders
swirling together again