Haiga Archive

after the storm—
in your eyes
all colours of the sky

po burzy-
w twoich oczach
wszystkie kolory nieba

evening breeze
my feather earrings
shivering

solitary saunter
spring sun displays
my shadow

first day of spring—
your face
in all the raindrops

pierwszy dzień wiosny-
twoja twarz
cała w kroplach deszczu

sunset
the world slowly losing
its colors

cherry blossoms
falling too soon
—quarreling birds

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