Haiga Archive

evening stroll
on the seashore—
my old sister
tells me about her new world
after the migration

spring search
high and low
but not found
until at home
the stoop bush
branch tips

searching through my lens
as spring stretches out the day
pure blossom raindrops

scattered across
a starling’s feathers
constellations
catch and refract
the spectacle of night

silence…
and now I am a scops owl
king of the forest

northern wind—
increasingly rarefied
my breath

tiny umbrella
the green leaf catches the
falling raindrops