Haiga Archive

this snow that falls
still covering paths
which you walk
even in a light of the moon
looks so lovely

I look furtively
through windows—waiting for the wind
that will chase away the cold
I also know that you
already long for spring

Crossroads

an abandoned fort
by the mossy stone
a bunch of wheat

the room filled with
sunrise

an aroma of coffee
through an open window
trills of wrens

what will the day bring?
ready for wandering
worn out shoes

in this winter season
to feel someone close

an old friend
the silent phone still
within reach