Haiga Archive

late fall
a frost
on father’s temples

last rays of sunset
on a white chrysanthemum
a late butterfly

wild music
my mother still listens
to punk rock

dzika muzyka
moja matka wciąż słucha
punk rocka

cold summer
the ocean starts and ends
at the tip of my toes

through the doors
of an umbrella store
dandelion seeds

sklep z parasolkami
przez otwarte drzwi
nasiona dmuchawca

autumn wind
high over the hill
paper kite

windstorm
all socks
mismatched