Haiku: Sharp

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

Haiku: Encounter

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

And where do I walk?
My body follows the mind –
cold breath returning

Keeping warm and safe
I could carpet the whole earth –
I will suit myself

drops on the window
clouds scudding low in the dark –
smiles at the rainbow

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