Haiga Archive

sunday concert
the dragonflies gather
for Vivaldi

around the garden
invaded by crickets,
strawberry aromas
and the bird is silent…

toxic air—
the fireflies switch off
one by one

now there’s no one
to call my own
im going away
all the memories still
buzzing in my mind

time
to soak up the sunshine
soon…

an unfinished kanji
and one can understand it yet
halfway through life

moonless night
the wind sways
the lantern light