Haiga Archive

the pavilion
of acacia blossoms
when the wind whispers…
how many love stories
yet unwritten

evening rush—
the cherry moon growing quietly
in a sky in bloom

ice fishing
a red-beak blackbird
in the rosehip bush

garden gate
sakura blossoms falling
to the earth’s heart

autumn wind
out of the blue
smell of rust

frog spawn slime
in a cup of cold tea
a water worm

no wind
or bright sun
at the end of the day
a poor woman
shares meringues