Haiga Archive

I cannot speak of
Yudono, but see how wet
my sleeve is with tears

The peaks of clouds
have crumbled into fragments—
the moonlit mountain!

How cool it is here—
a crescent moon faintly hovers
over Mount Haguro.

So holy a place—
the snow itself is scented
at Southern Valley

Gathering seawards
The summer rains, how swift it is!
Mogami River

How still it is here—
stinging into the stones.
the locust’s trill

Come out, come crawling out—
underneath the silkworm hut
the voice of a toad.