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

garden gate
sakura blossoms falling
to the earth’s heart

grapes of all colours…
kids playing hide and seek
through the market stalls

learning to tango…
the moonlight dances
sometimes with you
sometimes with me

the Geminids—
a trembling curtain
of winter sakura

calloused hands…
baskets of lavender
prolong the sky