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A new day a new haiku
From deeper darkness
We reach for enlightenment
A final flame falls
Tangled in brambles
Twist and turn to break the snare
Return to their cover
A chill in the air
Turn our backs on northern skies
Heading further south
This lonely voice stands
Silently calling, unheard
A wavering wind
The wind whips around
Beats me down. I lift my staff
Winnowing the chaff
In my twilight hour
The colours lose their power
Fresh hope can turn sour
Leave me at the edge
Let me hang in the hedges
Washed up on the shore
If I hold my peace
The outcome is no different
To the times I speak
Though I’m made of clay
I’ll decay and rot away
While these pipes remain
Yellowing birch seeds
Tumble back down to the ground
Leaving me behind
I can’t keep waiting
For the skies to become clear
Settle for the clouds
There’s magic falling
Through cracks in the canopy
Settles on the ground
If I keep plodding
Will I sink into the ground
Or slowly transform?
Dust gathers in hay
Draw me out through the clay
Catching the last rays
Flower in the sun
Tower over old and young
Now your hour has come
Take me to the stream
Where living waters run deep
A place of cool calm
If you keep trying
Whether or not you succeed
You’ve already won
Sun is hanging low
Throwing prisms though each pane
We’re still holding on
Can I just enjoy
The fading shades of grey haze
And turn my brain off?
Before autumn comes
Soak up the September sun
Beating like a drum
So we comb the fields
For bones and fleece and feathers
This is our treasure
Another day ends
One more petal slips away
Winter’s on the way
A ghost in the night
Without a sound in her flight
A silent killer
Owls hoot and bats swoop
The kind of night when thieves loot
Under the full moon
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