Haiga Archive

morning frost
everywhere the whiteness
of moon

breezy day
the old curtain springs
to a senuous dance

keyboard pause
words suspended
in white noise

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

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

wind scribing sand
remembering
not remembering

rippled water
between late fall ducks
sunset