Haiga Archive

painting
the same landscape
since yesterday…
a dripping tear points up
the need for moon

moanful wind
turns the leaves
into falling…
such a fitting eulogy
for the homeless artist

yellower than
yesterday
the glowing light inside

imperfect splice of falling leaves…bookbinding old letters

leaves in the wind—
in an old picture
always together

grating quinces peel
gathering in my hands
the moonrise

gust of wind—
the last leaf
in the balance