Haiga Archive

Sweet-smelling rice fields!
to our right as we push through,
The Ariso Sea.

Shake your tomb, reply!
my voice that weeps for you
is the autumn wind

the air heavy
with the scent of eucalyptus
heat lightning

the sound of rain
despite the drought
…cockatoos

sakura
an old artist hones in
on one cherry petal

sakura
stary artysta skupia się
na jednym płatku wiśni

unwrapping a familiar scent autumn dawn

bend in the road—
on the breeze
snatches of song