Haiga Archive

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

winter’s garden
the fence shadow sunders
white from white

zimowy ogród
cień płotu oddziela
biel od bieli

morning light
keeping between my hands
the time of prayer

ranne światło
trzymam miedzy rękami
czas modlitwy

she and he –
a half moon
in each cup

ona i on –
po pół księżyca
w każdej filiżance

old pond
soundlessly filled
with itself

stary staw
bezgłośnie wypełniony
sobą