Haiga Archive

earthquake
a fruitful
melinjo
tree
shakes
the
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n
e
moon

cloudy morning—
a kite flies higher
than its string

early morning mist
only silence
steps out

spring equinox
day and night
just as cold

knock at the door—
blown leaves crowding
the verandah

silver wedding
already wet from the snow
her glove
the future obscured
by stronger and stronger frost

srebrne wesele
już mokra od śniegu
jej rękawiczka
widoki na przyszłość przesłania
coraz większy mróz

train window
a farmer deepens furrows
on my face