Haiga Archive

gathering to reminisce canes at the door

fences…
trespassing freely
the desert wind

day’s end
kookaburras compete
for the last laugh

on the barn roof
shadows of clouds
touching

fireflies
everywhere…
when in dark
i wish my grey cells
fired as much

river is silent—
no trigger for the thaw,
suddenly starts talking

lunar haiku—
scratched by a shadow
straw mat

księżycowe haiku—
zarysowana cieniem
słomiana mata