Haiga Archive

Even woodpeckers
do not harm this little hut
perched in the trees

In summer mountains
I bow before his high clogs—
my journey’s just begun.

For a little while
I’ll shut myself inside the falls—
summer retreat has begin

How awe inspiring!
on green leaves, the young leaves
the light of the sun

Spring is passing by!
birds are weeping and the eyes
of fish fill with tears

Even a thatched hut
may change with a new owner
into a doll’s house

autumn wind
memories that drift
on the hill