Haiga Archive

tired of alexa
and the buzz of gadgets
stepping out
into the sun

the weak can be terrible
because
they try furiously to appear strong

pointing north
beak into the wind
a weathervane

as a child
she hugged wildflowers
migration
changed their names
still she searches, whenever

shapes colours
the infinite patience
of light

seeded umbrellas drip spring to home

beckoning me
a journey beyond
earth’s curve