Haiga Archive

her look so cold
cold like an autumn dawn
enveloped in the fog
but why d’you hide your smile
in the corners of your red lips

Crossroads

an abandoned fort
by the mossy stone
a bunch of wheat

the room filled with
sunrise

an aroma of coffee
through an open window
trills of wrens

what will the day bring?
ready for wandering
worn out shoes

in this winter season
to feel someone close

an old friend
the silent phone still
within reach

fleeting rain
and her flirtatious smile
from under the umbrella
all good and bad days
at my fingertips

hushed quiet whisper
her lipstick and whiskey taste
the witching hour
and now who cares for things like
raindrops against the window

I look furtively
through windows—waiting for the wind
that will chase away the cold
I also know that you
already long for spring

this snow that falls
still covering paths
which you walk
even in a light of the moon
looks so lovely

I have told myself
give up the elusive dreams
what are they good for
It’s only in sleep that comes
the one whose songs I create