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A new day a new haiku
Roaming no man’s land
Dribs and drabs and cut off scraps
Enclosed in our homes
Flat iron needles
Fold me into sharp creases
I see white fields
Between evening fog
And deserted railway lines
Next year’s trees spring up
Wandering again
On another adventure
Into the sunset
Low smoky clouds lie
Fine lines on the horizon
Fade into the night
Sundered in two halves
Divided and torn apart
Ripped into pieces
The howling wind blows
Biting, bitter and burning
To my very bones
A windswept tundra
An opening in the sky
A fresh perspective
The road doesn’t move
Yet it is ever changing
There is no now here
Did life pass us by
Run away from us again
While we were waiting?
Steadily she glides
Twists and turns in the thermals
A kite flying high
Sunset particles
Unfurl across still waters
Bind us together
In each dew droplet
The light of a thousand suns
Rolled across the sky
Distant dying sun
We bask in your gold glory
Your old light, still warm
Treacherous thunder
Turns toward turbulent tides
Threatening torrents
Amazing jungle
Battle baffling brambles
A long way from home
To this English Oak
Older than fields and houses
Our lives look so short
I’ve scattered these seeds
Sown them down in the damp ground
Will any awake?
Brittle bracken breaks
Trampled in the crisp morning
We follow the glare
Today’s not over
Before the next has begun
Merging into one
Bird song in the sun
Reminds me what spring will bring
Read between the lines
Soft silver shafts shine
Scattering sunlight sideways
Shadows slowly stretch
Soft blue horizon
Cover us in teal layers
We know where we are
Frost bites hard and sharp
The relentless every day
The fields, an escape
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