Haiga Archive

evening stroll
on the seashore—
my old sister
tells me about her new world
after the migration

rural summer—
a hay carriage crosses the hill
close to the moon

daybreak…
the cornflowers and the stars
change their places

waiting for you
under the pear tree
on our bench…
the wind blows back and forth
the autumn ambers

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