Haiga Archive

dawn
through the tilted window
the distant hum of the forest

świt
przez uchylone okno
daleki szum lasu

waning moon
cedars and darkened hills
February singing bowl

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