Haiga Archive

leaves of waterlilies
make a puzzle
already solved
yet i ponder how to find
space for all my wishes

in shadows
shapeshifters
begin to stir

midwinter
threads of cornsilk woven
in her veil

watching
through fading light
at all that formed the day
as we slowly approach the door
of night

the light
between thoughts
autumn air

a ripe plum—
sinks slowly
into the dark

milkweed pods empty
the beauty of
promises kept