Haiga Archive

They sowed a whole field
and only then did I leave
Saigyo’s willow tree

Lead the horse sideways
across the meadows— I hear
a nightingale

Even woodpeckers
do not harm this little hut
perched in the trees

In summer mountains
I bow before his high clogs—
my journey’s just begun.

For a little while
I’ll shut myself inside the falls—
summer retreat has begin

How awe inspiring!
on green leaves, the young leaves
the light of the sun

Spring is passing by!
birds are weeping and the eyes
of fish fill with tears