Haiga Archive

thin vibrations
resounding in me…
spring wind

summer evening
I fold a bamboo fan
with sunset

letni  wieczór

składam bambusowy wachlarz
z
zachodem słońca

evening sky
a bue jean flits between
electric wires

a drop
the ripples
expand

perhaps deeper
than it is wide
transient current

platonic love… your copper hair covered in patina

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