Haiga Archive

the shortest day
awaiting the renewal
my phoenix
have you built your nest yet?

as i walk
humming ‘autumn leaves’
the wind steals
the memory of your voice
and my tears

the great war—
my grandfather’s story
still chills my heart
hungry soldiers in the trench
yet the snow… all that snow

countryside biking—
the whirls of worries
left behind

far from the sea…
the Bora twisting
my dreams

the creation…
the ceiling and river
full of sunset

deserted promenade—
an old man walking
his shapka