Haiga Archive

end of rain
snail
with the blinds drawn

fairy tale
with a huge dragon
and a beautiful girl
to the home between the hills
where the priest rarely comes

fall evening
cattail fluff brushing
the remains of the day

solitude
a stream washes
the bridge’s legs

crossroads of winds
the unknown always rings
after dusk

yet
a ordinary day
in my village…
leading to the crossroads
the thirsty horse

homecoming
only the wind opens
the rusty gate