My Pilgrimage to Agincourt. The day was bright the wind just right to visit Agincourt I faced Harfleur a King poseur became a Queen’s consort we walked in pairs daydreamed affairs my soul intent to court I smiled at her her raconteur she’s my clamant resort I pledged my heart with sophist art her snub…

Morning Haiku – 65

As clouds age north-wise They gradually crown themselves With snowy white wreaths.