Haiku: Visible

Wind and the air
I’ve never seen either.
It’s cold today

Haiku: Sharp

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

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

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

Perception is all
Constant change is deceptive –
the one underlies