a fading path

 

a fading path

in a fading field

late summer haze

 

first published in Modern Haiku, Autumn 2025

 

 

 

howling wind

the dog turns away

from a full bowl

 

first published in Wales Haiku Journal, Autumn 2025

 

 

 

Settling

 

A field on a hill with a vast view, where long ago I used to sit on the dry grass, looking at the warm sunset. I was still quite young, so I thought to myself, if I had a lot of money, I would buy this place and build a home. I would take you in, we would be one family. Twenty years later I went there again. The field was gone. There was an estate of family houses instead.

 

a cold damp wind

the smell of the last

piece of earth

 

first published in Migratory Birds 6, 2025