Haiga Archive

black sand beach
a chunk of ice
holds the sky

a newbie poet
she steps like a waterbird
cautiously
optimistic of finding
words to keep her afloat

for a moment
a burst of morning light
brightens the side
of a distant mountain
then spreads into day

drifting
past

haiku workshop
paper crane
spreads wings

at the harvest
all the peppers
peter piper picked

cool temperate landscape
the tangle is eternal
we pass through the gaps