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A new day a new haiku
What a privilege
To have lived another day
And feel the sun’s rays
Lie in the clover
Keeping close to solid ground
Still ready to bolt
This is a sunset
Why are we sitting inside,
Days wasting away?
How do honey bees
Turn nectar into sweetness?
Do they need to dance?
Ten people possess
One hundred fingers and toes
And many light hands
The rain ever falls
Mixing with sunlight and air
And green overflows
The verdant summer
Is starting to give way to
Faded autumn hues
Lost in the long grass
Hedgehogs and meadow withies
Trundle through the brush
Peeping peering out
Between the broken branches
Fickle fragile fawn
To become a moth
The caterpillar must grow
Into his true form
Nobody wants you
But still you get everywhere
Much maligned cushag
The evening breaks up
In a thousand splintered clouds
We too turn to dust
The dreaded mirror
Exposing my every flaw
Things I can’t ignore
Walking the thin line
Between beauty and broken
Where the best songs hide
Shelter of past years
Wrap your bare limbs around me
You are still safety
Under bright storm clouds
Drinking up fragrant nectar
To quench my self doubt
Magnificent sun
We are nothing to your strength
Give us perspective
Rust can’t touch these hands
Dust already covers me
I curl up and sleep
Humming overhead
Honey bees swarm with unrest
Seeking their next nest
What makes a good day?
Clear skies, sunshine, exercise
Good work, music, cake
I will play with you
I will hunt and search for time
While you still want me
Tucked in to the hills
Grasses shimmer and ripple
Betraying the wind
We are together
Each stalk rests on another
For we are brothers
Deep in swampy slime
Stagnant waters churn and roil
Queazy, uneasy
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