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A new day a new haiku
The lone swan’s wake spreads
Across the still lake’s surface
I shall wait no more
Tangled in blackthorn
Driven by the wind and rain
Drawn inside again
Slowly buds break free
There will be another day
To unfurl your schemes
Be humble. Listen.
Consider everyone. Fail.
Yet keep on trying
Wearing down the dust
Where does the dusty day go?
Drifting in the wind
Strawberry suckers
Can sprout on ‘most anything
The world needs more fruit
What words do you find
When you look inside your mind?
Coming from behind
Springtime flourishes
In a jungle of colour
Between rain showers
If the frost touches
The fragile apple blossom
Autumn’s fruits will fail
Why do we create?
To keep the daemons at bay?
To find our own place?
There’s hope in these clouds
Stop holding out for the sun
The future is now
Though I bend and break
Try to make myself to size
I will never fit
Though the wind rages
Pelting me with sleet and hail
Must just keep going
Snow showers melting
Into low spring sunshine sprays
Yes, these are the days
Celandine signals
Sap is rising to the leaves
Spring is here again
Colours bind our eyes
To new beauty and old lives
Cuts us down to size
Not even the ghosts
Can bear to live in this town
Invisible lives
Time turns bricks to dust
Wood to ashes, Iron to rust
We do what we must
Put the tools away
The grass is cut, we made hay
It’s been a good day
What wonderful webs
We’re weaving below bare toes
Symbiotic scythes
Wood anemones
Creep across the forest floor
We stay in the shade
Tugged and turned and torn
In the rolling ocean waves
Nothing to hold on
At last the buds break
Leaves tumble down lithe branches
Fresh catkins burst out
The puzzle is not
Where all the pieces go, but
How to get them there?
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