Haiga Archive

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

grape harvest
baskets of light
delay the dusk

New Year’s first sunrise—
the whipped cream chocolate
turning gold

cracking ice
around the hole—
on my birthday
many condolences
and a few fish

walking back and forth
on my own footsteps
dying embers