Haiga Archive

we toast
the new year
(in)finite universe

mountain’s morning—
tea in my glass
also green

no rain no rain
quail run through dust
little puffs of smoke

first snow softening the edges the silence

angel trumpet’s perfume
the bee hurries
cold morning thirst

empty
veiled with white cirrus
a slightly blue sky…
deep blue sea
presses the rocky coast

morning stillness
the murmur of shore birds
in the shallows