Haiga Archive

They make me recall
a lady’s powder puff—
these saffron blossoms.

Making the coolness
my abode, here I lie
completely at ease.

Plagued by fleas and lice,
I hear the horses staling
Right by my pillow

Have the rains of spring
spared you from their onslaught,
shining hall of Gold?

The summer grasses—
of brave soldiers’ dreams
the aftermath

I will bind iris
blossoms round my feet
cords of my sandals!

Since cherry-blossom time
I’ve pined; now I see a twin pine
Three months afterwards