Haiga Archive

back to the past-
I see the same
blue sky

holidays over
the house buttoned up
for winter

autumn begins
the last song
of a cricket

bitter cold…
a blanket
of frozen sound

between the blue and white…
between the white and blue…
bitter wind

między błękitem i bielą…
między bielą i błękitem…
przenikliwy wiatr

rough hewn metal
pine boards—well gnarled
grandfather’s hands

breaking dawn…
a rose opens to
a robin’s song