Haiga Archive

new breeze
hugging the ground
autumn chill

so dark

you barely see it.
hook beak. itself

cooled magma. patient as

a watchtower,
in silhouette.

its eyes. translated
with knucklebones

the blazing sun.

shadows pass
rising to meet them
cemetery koi

a new year…
just behind the turn
the road starts to rise

nowy rok…
tuż za zakrętem
droga zaczyna sie wznosić

crow
dancing the line
the difference
between
seeing
and seer

November snow
letting chance find me
once again

morning light
so many things
I could not say