Haiku: Brew

Resting on the hill,
the season’s journey is all.
It’s time for a brew

Haiku: Dinner

Space in which to breathe,
a white light undivided;
here is your dinner

The sun descending;
winter’s breeze through the catkins,
sharper on my cheek

Winter, sunny day;
honking geese crossing my path –
somewhere it’s raining

Drilling of work men,
bangs of broadband improvements –
a bird on the wire