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A new day a new haiku
I’m the earth and dirt
I’m the sun and I’m the moon
I’m the new sprung grass
Somehow we survive
The time is now, we are here
And we are alive
Imposing spires loom
Casting gloomy grey shadows
Across woods and fields
Cold evening light flows
Though my ears, down to my toes
Wallow in my woes
Curled up in new buds
The autumn crop of apples
Already forming
Here are taller trees
We’re reaching ever higher
Swaying in the breeze
Lost in heady scent
I forgot where I had come from
And from where I went
Field, hill and forest
Stretch out into the distance
Ever on I seek
On millions of straws
Even the heaviest head
Can rest safe and sound
Burst into the day
In a flash of red and gold
Pheasant to the flames
Before the leaves come
We will soak up the daylight
Waiting for the sun
Flow from sea to shore
Rise in clouds from where we came
Fall back down again
Blink and it appears
Open up in the warm sun
At last spring is here
The snow has melted
Dropping from bending branches
To the forest floor
Cover me with white
Sheets conceal every blemish
Absence creates beauty
A whole world washed white
Shadows lurk below cold snow
Hiding out of sight
Through the blackest night
Turn our backs on the darkness
Let the fire burn bright
Follow the oak trees
Marching to the horizon
Where spring’s secrets lie
I awoke in white
A fresh slate, clean my mistakes
Look towards the light
Snowflakes twirl and glide
A graceful gentle descent
How is water white?
Underneath the snow
Stamen, stem, leaf and anther
Curled up in tight bulbs
If the snow should melt
The rivers awayward run
When I’m lost, I’ve won
A coiled spring unfolds
Stretches out in slow motion
Self realization
Dusk shrugs my shoulders
And hugs the rugged hillside
We trudge home again
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