Haiga Archive

river is silent—
no trigger for the thaw,
suddenly starts talking

an unfinished kanji
and one can understand it yet
halfway through life

forget the wind
and sea of my hometown—
still remember the dialect

humans—
dandelion seeds under the sky
drifting on the wind

eyes stare
at me—
(for)getting my mask

Dividing like clam
and shell, I leave for Futami—
autumn is passing by

What do the waves bring?
mixed in with little shells,
bits of clover blooms.