Haiga Archive

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

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

the taste of silence
…those things
not meant
to be

just a flower
it grows not knowing
it cannot

to tylko kwiat
rośnie tutaj nie wiedząc
że nie może

a cobweb—
in the dark burrow
a shining eye

a bird
crossing my path…
white silence

first the scent
then the smoke
signal fire