Haiga Archive

new life
for a turning season…
planting moon

blood moon
a bundle of blooms
tied to the stop sign

bats in them trees
fearless squeaking
nary a bug

hammock
almost touching
the stars

hamac
presque toucher
les etoiles

yet
a ordinary day
in my village…
leading to the crossroads
the thirsty horse

soldier’s funeral
in a muddy uniform
letter to mother

pogrzeb iolnierza
w zabloconym mundurze
list do matki

Perseids—
a piano recital
through the open window