Haiga Archive

a blush
before the bareness
autumn

snoring
on the pet bed
…falling oak leaves

he was my center
my fragrance
and my life
he had a few thorns
but i never bled

ice fishing
a red-beak blackbird
in the rosehip bush

kingfisher
a glint of the waterfall
diving to the bottom

fresh breeze
in the heart of the morning glory
remnants of rain
should I forgive
or just try to forget?

blurred world…
the eye of the snow goose
the only sure thing