Haiga Archive

temple bells
a note of sourness
in the cherries

vis-a-vis a window
the gypsum angel hangs
with congealed wings for flying

ah, if only he wasn’t
so attached
by his shadow to the wall

naprzeciw okna
wisi gipsowy anioł
z zastygłymi do lotu skrzydłami

ach, gdybyż on nie był
tak bardzo przywiązany
cieniem do ściany

outdoor market
the farmer tells me
what to buy

staring into flames
an old man and his old wife
their dancing shadows

the horizon
in those eyes…
grandson

early dew
a drip of red
enters the night

tea in china cups
a snowy afternoon
perfumed with mint