Haiku: Snowdrops

Garden in sunlight,
washing will dry in the wind;
a sward of snowdrops

Haiku: Brew

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

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

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

a rose flowering,
and there is blood on my hand;
I will not touch it