Haiga Archive

wind scribing sand
remembering
not remembering

moanful wind
turns the leaves
into falling…
such a fitting eulogy
for the homeless artist

emptiness and fullness
leaves fall
on leaves

everywhere at once
tiny bursts of color
in late winter
it is always you
i fall for again

still holding on
to a cherished dream
one perfect moment
haven’t I yet learned
today is full of wonder?

painting
the same landscape
since yesterday…
a dripping tear points up
the need for moon

keyboard pause
words suspended
in white noise