Haiga Archive

and still
I am cut to the heart
by these blades
of wild iris swaying
around your tomb

first light
the bend in a river
california poppy

silence
the master of ceremonies
waiting for the wind

summer comes
from all sides of the tarn
frog song

spring cantata
the hoarse frogs retell
their tales of war

nature the first god
imagined with our face
…tree camouflage

sometimes
it all seems too much
to bear,
but then comes the rain
and a wood thrush singing