Haiga Archive

Seeming sleepy
Bundled up in the mist,
Silence of water

Comme ensommeille
Emmitoufle dans la brume,
Silence de l’eau

solitude
a stream washes
the bridge’s legs

rusty leaves
singing of autumn…
harvest moon

some called her fragile
but how she spoke life
to the old stories

after the first date
everything smells
like you

winter
cranky winds
rattle the windows

crossroads of winds
the unknown always rings
after dusk