Haiga Archive

fairy tale
with a huge dragon
and a beautiful girl
to the home between the hills
where the priest rarely comes

solitude
a stream washes
the bridge’s legs

crossroads of winds
the unknown always rings
after dusk

yet
a ordinary day
in my village…
leading to the crossroads
the thirsty horse

beyond the hill
a robin sings
spring breeze
spreading garbage smell
from the abandoned stable

at the pub across the street, karaoke

no movement
on the clear sky
in a small church
the priest reads psalms
for few white butterflies