Haiga Archive

hyacinth forest—
in the dewy grass
lost stars

old hands
getting new wings—
snow angel

waiting for you
on the same bench…
sakura wind

an artifact
on the line of life—
the flaccid hand
in the other hand,
that’s it

after apple harvest
forgotten in the orchard
a basket of stars

together once more
in our old folk’s house—
two straw hats hanging
on the antler
of a glass-eyed deer

circling pearls
threads of cloud carried by
mountain tops