Haiga Archive

spring
the sun’s energy
awakens
the garden’s
living music

my eyesight
not what it once was
but, oh
the way a rainbow blurs
into iridescence

the man and the dog
two worlds
drift apart

first day of summer
even the sky
marks the moment

wind chimes
contemplating
clinging moment

in the stillness
a few grackles fly in
running the palms

setting in the trees
and in birds that have flown away
it resides in me—
the void of afternoon
just a sad rustle