Haiga Archive

together once more
in our old folk’s house—
two straw hats hanging
on the antler
of a glass-eyed deer

maybe the autumn—
the last leave’s shadow trembles
on the trunk

circling pearls
threads of cloud carried by
mountain tops

between showers
and daydreams a dead tree blossoms

tall grass
tilting toward winter
november wind

tropical heat
the cool green shadows
of rain

loneliness
silent snowflakes
in my hair