Haiga Archive

Viennese waltz—
a caterpillar waving
on the window pane

hand by hand
in the twilight park
a chestnut
meets our silence
once in a while

Cinnamon moon
guiding us
on the road to Athens

the way home…
a cow’s bell drips
the evening glow

some chaos
of noisy birds and then again,
emptiness—
words are so ephemeral
I’d rather draw it for you

sour cherries…
blossoms
just the other day

scent of a field
flooding from a tea bag—
perfect date