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A new day a new haiku
What if we just stopped
And basked in breathless beauty
Would the world just end?
Am I still waiting
For every star to align
To live my real life?
Mow swathes from the thatch
Rake them into long windrows
Stack up the hayrick
Misty Yorkshire fog
From fox’s tail to cock’s foot
Rescue sheep’s fescue
Good morning meadow
The dew is wet, the sun shines
Let’s make hay today
Behind these photos
Lies the dirty world of truth
We are parasites
As I try to read
The story of the landscape
I look for my place
Another day dies
The restless sky opens up
Now I am alive
Silent spruce stand still
A solemn knell echos through
The monoculture
Plush purple prickles
Polarising poison spikes
Push people apart
Shiny scarlet spheres
Swelling and fattening up
In summer showers
Out of the chaos
Across the blackness of space
And into the light
My fallen brothers
No longer shall we be there
For one another
Carpet crop circles
Sun faded wallpaper frames
Naked noose bulbs hang
Corn among barley
Somewhere our paths have diverged
We are divided
In the harvest moon
Thresh, winnow and scatter me
I have gone to seed
Sunrise and sunset
Simple things for simple minds
Summer never ends
And I will burn up
Down to the ground, to the dust
From the inside out
Cow parsley fractals
Fork and divide and forget
Into the night sky
Not all flowers bloom
Not every bear hibernates
Not each bird can sing
Evening sun shines low
Streaming through open windows
Where do photons go?
Freshly mown grass stems
Turning to dusty dry hay
Petrichor rising
Tenaciously leap
Buried in the great divide
Deeper underground
Turn to face the sun
Chased by shadows ‘cross the lawn
Heliotropic
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