Haiga Archive

a cough again
looking
for grandma’s notebook

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

her kiss after kiss
before long a new one comes
still another one
suddenly wide awake
in the chilly autumn night

… you set my heart on fire”: I said
but the wind that chased clouds
over tops of mountains
still seemed to drown out
the sound of my words

sudden flutter
from branch to branch
an avalanche of snow

in the bird feeder
more and more snow

letter from you
for a moment I hear
a nightingale’s warble

silence—
only the goldfinch sings
in the birdcage

diary from many years ago—
a rose in the pigeon’s beak

high noon
the cuckoo’s call fills
the empty house

nearly sunrise
another plane lands
…in varna airport

mist
at every step
a stop