Haiga Archive

Kisakata—
Seishi sleeping in the rain,
wet mimosa blossoms.

The burning sun
It has washed into the sea—
Mogami River.

From Hot Springs Mountain
all the way to Blowing Bay—
the cool of evening

I cannot speak of
Yudono, but see how wet
my sleeve is with tears

The peaks of clouds
have crumbled into fragments—
the moonlit mountain!

How cool it is here—
a crescent moon faintly hovers
over Mount Haguro.

So holy a place—
the snow itself is scented
at Southern Valley