Haiga Archive

evening fog
sailing in uncharted waters
paper boat

cold summer
the ocean starts and ends
at the tip of my toes

wind
so many seeds
to sow

dawn
through the tilted window
the distant hum of the forest

świt
przez uchylone okno
daleki szum lasu

moonless night
the wind sways
the lantern light

full moon
the warmth that surrounds
roses in the garden

pełnia księżyca
ciepło które otacza
róże w ogrodzie

catching the wind…
cherry petals
through my fingers