Haiga Archive

Since cherry-blossom time
I’ve pined; now I see a twin pine
Three months afterwards

What do the waves bring?
mixed in with little shells,
bits of clover blooms.

Plagued by fleas and lice,
I hear the horses staling
Right by my pillow

Gathering seawards
The summer rains, how swift it is!
Mogami River

Dividing like clam
and shell, I leave for Futami—
autumn is passing by

Night of the full moon!
the weather in the north land
is so uncertain.

The cool of autumn—
every hand start peeling
melons and eggplants!