Haiga Archive

autumn afternoon…
with this slow pace
going nowhere

scented letter
from the war field
in early spring
she finds her love
in full bloom

deep cracks
in my beliefs
widen
the circle
of superstition

drift away
these white clouds
all hopes
of rainshowers
in my barren life

first spring
away from home
on the mountain
tiny pink blossoms
console my heart

the pheasant—
on its back
autumn dusk

eroded mountain
a waterfall takes
many turns