Haiga Archive

scattered across
a starling’s feathers
constellations
catch and refract
the spectacle of night

ocean storm—
pelicans screaming
among the billows

seagulls patrol
the harbor city skies—
winter nears

searching through my lens
as spring stretches out the day
pure blossom raindrops

spring search
high and low
but not found
until at home
the stoop bush
branch tips

evening stroll
on the seashore—
my old sister
tells me about her new world
after the migration

hooded eyes watching crow