Haiku #13 (NS)

The wind blows a gale;
I must fetch a sweeping brush.
Fresh air in the room

Copyright Francis 2021

The Spinner

A web clings
with limpid fragility
to the fractured sapling,
timorous in air’s breath,
long left by the spinner
of autumn’s lair

Copyright Francis 2021

Sorrow in the wind
A draft keeping me awake
This cold moonless night

Copyright Francis 2021

Chill wind in my face,
a cat watching from inside.
Heating on all day.

A sleepless night, wind
and rain battering windows —
a haiku appears