Haiku: Sharp

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

Haiku: Broad Band

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

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’

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