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A new day a new haiku
Trees turn sun to wood
With the wood we build a fire
The fire makes a home
Fractured frozen frost
Covering every surface
Why are they so white?
Subtle spirits hide
In the space between the trees
Broken labyrinths
Silently the days
Dissolve into woody seas
Burnished by the sun
Frost bites my fingers
I hold tighter to the days
While any remain
All my empty words
Flutter and fall to the ground
And return to dust
Ice cold fingers creep
Across fading failing fields
Winter’s frozen grip
And again we wait
Retire to familiar ground
While winter passes
Shadows grow longer
While a greying cloak gathers
Around silent trunks
This soft brazen glow
Hangs between the growing nights
A patient robin
These royal oak trees
Scattered across muddy fields
Autumn’s golden crown
Following dark trees
On an unknowable road
Take another step
Running though the clouds
The hill shrouded in mystery
I go on alone
Gloomy days drip by
Dropping from these drooping eaves
And leaves of slumber
Follow the river
Copy every crook and bend
Flowing together
Would I catch the bird
If I could see through your eyes
Would you set it free
Morning fogs the fields
As the frost melts and dew drops
I keep on running
The last flash of light
Burning brilliantly bright
Smeared across the sky
Three hours to cover
The sandscape with rolling waves
Three hours to wonder
What subtle idols
Hide underneath gnarled tree roots
And turn their leaves gold?
Where the waters meet
The strange ways of human hearts
Everscending thoughts
Catch the last sun drops
Squozen from November skies
Keep them safe and dry
Back into the grey
Searching for your dying ray
Fly another day
Branches intertwine
Last year’s leaves corrode and die
Back to sleepy times
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