When all hope has died

And will is crushed and denied

Is there room inside?

Watching the weather

While we wait for the next tide

Wash me with white noise

Magical sunlight

A small girl in the long grass

Another day done

Against all the odds

At the bottom of the pile

Another ending

When the flowers are gone

They will track us to the hive

With smoke signal swarms

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Grain in the mill wheel

Teeth set against each other

Rocks on the seashore

A hollow gun shot

Warning birds flee their perches

Vultures circling

Soft violet lines glow

Lay low on the horizon

A sunset halo

Cuckoo in the nest

A gall wasp in the acorn

A leech on your back

From the setting sun

Venus raised her steady eye

Toward Jupiter

From Bleaberry Tarn

Down into Sourmilk Gill

Mountain water streams

Spring into summer

Floating back into the lake

Saplings into trees

Melt into the stream

Running down the mountain side

Spiralling onwards

The road goes on yet

The end is never in sight

So keep on driving

Lazy hazy days

Gradually become the same

Then the weather breaks

Skimming stones of slate

On the surface of the lake

Ripples separate

A shiny white stone

Glistening in fresh water

Where we panned for gold

Into the rivers

We ran with the steady streams

And into the sea

Up in the mountains

Under the dappled tree shade

That’s where I found you

Milky mountain mist

Descends between silent peaks

Hear our mother’s voice

Teaming tadpoles thrash

Twisting and turning thousands

Transform into toads

Heather hugs hillsides

Hidden hillocks and hummocks

Here heroines hide

Bilberry bushes

Bursting with fresh springtime growth

Between grey old rocks

Sometimes I can’t think

Of things to haiku about

But that’s OK too