Haiga Archive

having another sky
not among humans
almost amber, almost light

lost and found
through the murkiness
a prayer

silver wings pull
colors of the river
into the sky

lake sunrise
a duckling sets off
downstream

panis angelicus…
the blend of children’s voices
funeral mass

the tree lights off—
our hens peck at
the christmas wheat

in between this
what behind me
and in front of me
first sunrise

pomiędzy tym
co za mną
i co przede mną

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