Haiga Archive

the crow on the oak
calls out the first-meek springtide
full of magic charm

Kasunde iru tsuki
hidden in the spring mist—
a joyous sight

my bruised knees…
playing hide and seek
with the sun

the sky of Portsmouth,
like in a mirror
the sky of Kotor

nebo Portsmuta,
kao u ogledalu
nebo Kotora

lilac blossoms
almost gone – the stars
I will never know

flower moon
in the old gate
stairway to heaven

pełnia kwiatów
w starej bramie
schody do nieba

tearoom…
over the blossom tree
hair of veronica