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A new day a new haiku
Rain clouds rolling in
I sink back into my hood
But the waves still roar
Seething frothing waves
Tumbling over themselves
Crashing into me
Scramble up mountains
Clamber over fallen trees
Stretch your stubborn mind
Up in the hill fort
Run so fast we can’t be caught
The lines became taut
In the dark shadow
Of the looming mountain side
Find a place to hide
As I hide inside
A fallen tree, I wonder
What it means to be
Moss creeps slow yet sure
Engulfing shaded shadows
With scraggy green beard
Take a long hard walk
Mix with friends in gold sunlight
You have a memory
Carve through the valley
Moving through a clear blue haze
Dodging long red rays
Eke out an ending
From the last of the long light
Birch bark burning bright
New grass, green and bright
Growing in the afternoon
Clear and clean and light
The days are too short
Though I can’t do everything
I’m still going to try
In the failing light
Underneath scattered photons
Life is being lived
Sunlight comes and goes
Through small gaps and chinks it flows
Driving out darkness
My molten heart flows
Fills gaps and finds it’s level
Begin to belong
How do the snowdrops
Know that the days are longer
And spring is coming?
Time works his mystery
Slowly changing everything
Into another
Rising in the east
A new day creeps from darkness
And violets the sky
I weave webs slowly
To catch magic every day
It slips through the holes
Cramped catkins uncurl
Signalling spring’s subtle shift
Running to stand still
Pastel pink ripples
Amid teal and crested Grebe
I let my mind glide
New oxygen floods
Into my lungs and blue blood
Lift me from the swamp
Let me breathe again
Deeply in the mangrove swamps
Rich and solid air
You can take the bridge
Or you can get left behind
No road is easy