Haiga Archive

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

a new year
birds revive the old
repertoire

bus stop
between our glances
snowflakes

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