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

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

Perception is all
Constant change is deceptive –
the one underlies

birds fly in a V
no course or lesson can teach –
a lesson I take

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