Haiga Archive

no wind
or bright sun
at the end of the day
a poor woman
shares meringues

grapes of all colours…
kids playing hide and seek
through the market stalls

St. Nicholas Day
my niece gifted me
a field of poppies

quince-flavored hookah
the sailor’s dry finger
draws lines on the sand

learning to tango…
the moonlight dances
sometimes with you
sometimes with me

a sleeping beggar
in the church bell tower
winter peace

the Geminids—
a trembling curtain
of winter sakura