Haiga Archive

gold garlands
from hazel trees in winter
frosted lace

morning’s glory
sapphire blossoms
my daughter’s eyes
from the first smile
still sparkling

nightshift at MoMA
the cleaning squad
has breakfast
at the Brueghel

short break
a deafening roar soothes
weary legs

fall evening
cattail fluff brushing
the remains of the day

fallen green
from the tree
spared the pecking of birds

fervent wishes
bought for good money
the gods are pleased