Haiga Archive

thunders—
playing hide and seek
among the waves

…
the only one arriving
is the storm

hemmed in by snow—
red apples lined up
on the windowsill

painting
the same landscape
since yesterday…
a dripping tear points up
the need for moon

moanful wind
turns the leaves
into falling…
such a fitting eulogy
for the homeless artist

imperfect splice of falling leaves…bookbinding old letters

armistice—
from time to time it still falls
a nut on the window