Haiga Archive

no movement
on the clear sky
in a small church
the priest reads psalms
for few white butterflies

the pavilion
of acacia blossoms
when the wind whispers…
how many love stories
yet unwritten

evening rush—
the cherry moon growing quietly
in a sky in bloom

ice fishing
a red-beak blackbird
in the rosehip bush

garden gate
sakura blossoms falling
to the earth’s heart

autumn wind
out of the blue
smell of rust

frog spawn slime
in a cup of cold tea
a water worm