Haiku: Sharp

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

Haiku: Crossing

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

They laugh when meeting
Stances speak louder than sounds –
The cold is dismissed

Moon in the water
A breath of air through the leaves
Ripples at my feet

birds against the sky
migrators through empty space
We all cry ‘mother’