Haiga Archive

dawn
hawker’s wheels roll
into dawn

rural summer—
a hay carriage crosses the hill
close to the moon

tea on the Loggia
two swans with cygnets
tap their begging bowls

day moon
anyway
everyone has to go…

the green promise
of a new relationship
this fluttering
of malachite butterflies
between sun and shadow

thunderclap
the strumming of rain
on forest leaves

early morning dream
fades with the cold
light of dawn
a vague memory