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 colour of blood
staring down from silent skies –
and he follows me

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Two swans through the mist;
drops hang from dank bare branches
Crow’s caw breaks the gloom

Sleep – and there is death
the ever silent shadow
Living is the breath