Haiga Archive

escaping the name
i was born into
daymoon

daymoon
my first whistle
comes out empty

lonesome summer
stealing a song
from the mosquitoes

winter silence
snow covers the roof
old cabin
story about pine logs
at the campfire of the past

winter fog
on a sandy beach
natural curtains
the sound of waves
poetry with a soft tone

home village faraway
a lone tree sleeping
between the transparent walls

bridal veil mushroom
spores
say yes to the flies