Haiga Archive

anthropo plasticene
yea thou shalt atone
for all
thou hast
rot

a seamless sky
a roar of thunder rolling
over my bed

an open cage
in the garden, singing
a forsythia bush

otwarta klatka
w ogrodzie rozpiewa
krzak forsycji

rippled sky
seagulls peck on
last crumbs of sunset

end of rain
snail
with the blinds drawn

beach bonfire
that sweet scent
of marshmallows

empty square
whispers and voices softening
in the mist