Ben Dwyer – Page 86 – haiku.blog

A new day a new haiku

Stare into the pool

Soaking in your own beauty

As it slowly fades

9th March 2020
Only now I know

Lift me up from down below

I will take it slow

8th March 2020
Heather crowded out

By brambling bracken and birch

Dark history exhumed

7th March 2020
Out of the darkness

The bleak silence of winter

New life emerges

6th March 2020
Broken limbs hang low

Drag me down below, I drown

Searching for my crown

5th March 2020
A fleeting flourish

White sprays pierced on sharp thorny stems

What will this year bring?

4th March 2020
I followed your tracks

Back to the underground sett

But all was quiet

3rd March 2020
A fallen hero

In death and decay, you are

Still home to thousands

2nd March 2020
If I was tangled

Twisted around the tree tops

Would you look for me?

1st March 2020
Memories of summer

Reduced to smoke and ashes

So new ones can grow

29th February 2020
Hazel, my old friend

Although I have cut you down

You will live longer

28th February 2020
Storm clouds roll on by

Catkins stream into the breeze

They whisper of spring

27th February 2020
Water boatmen dart

Across the ripples and gusts

We left in our wake

26th February 2020
Twisted branches stoop

Reaching out across the lake

In idle chit chat

25th February 2020
And never give up

At the end of the tunnel

There is still a light

24th February 2020
Torrents gush and spew

Roaring rushing rising up

From the mountain depths

23rd February 2020
Rusty lichen points

Towards the shady cold North

An ancient compass

22nd February 2020
In the black forest

In your never ending eyes

Darker than the night

21st February 2020
Slowly we amble

Meander the river banks

Wander in wonder

20th February 2020
The long sun lies down

Low across the fading dale

And calling us home

19th February 2020
Nature recycles

Leaves and wood into fungi

Death into beauty

18th February 2020
Between capped mineshafts

We crept down the eerie dale

Our captors pursue

17th February 2020
Dragged under water

Into seething froth and foam

Sinking in regret

16th February 2020
Lashed by wind and rain

Across the cold lonely peaks

The doors all bolted

15th February 2020