Haiga Archive

meadow of jasmine
white and fragrant as
your skin
the thin glow
of a rising sun

abandoned city—
only the shadows
move with the wind

All through the night
I listened to the autumn wind
in the hills behind

I want to be
held out to the sky,
lifted, opened,
blue sound filtered,
distance scattered,
prairie holden

dervish dancer
the whirl
of autumn leaves

basaltersound

easter morning—
the crab’s shell
without the crab