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A new day a new haiku
New grass, green and bright
Growing in the afternoon
Clear and clean and light
The days are too short
Though I can’t do everything
I’m still going to try
In the failing light
Underneath scattered photons
Life is being lived
Sunlight comes and goes
Through small gaps and chinks it flows
Driving out darkness
My molten heart flows
Fills gaps and finds it’s level
Begin to belong
How do the snowdrops
Know that the days are longer
And spring is coming?
Time works his mystery
Slowly changing everything
Into another
Rising in the east
A new day creeps from darkness
And violets the sky
I weave webs slowly
To catch magic every day
It slips through the holes
Cramped catkins uncurl
Signalling spring’s subtle shift
Running to stand still
Pastel pink ripples
Amid teal and crested Grebe
I let my mind glide
New oxygen floods
Into my lungs and blue blood
Lift me from the swamp
Let me breathe again
Deeply in the mangrove swamps
Rich and solid air
You can take the bridge
Or you can get left behind
No road is easy
How long before this
Temple of commerce becomes
An ancient ruin?
Somewhere high out there
Birds soar above everything
I watch from this cave
Long low shadows roam
Sweeping slow and steadily
Across frozen fields
Home landed grounded
Back among familiar folk
The way of the oak
Or where will I land
If I fall from such great heights
Into sinking sand?
Can we just be clouds?
Are we plumes of acrid smoke
Coming down in flames?
As sea becomes land
And water gives way to sand
I too must withstand
When the clouds sunder
Another world is reborn
Light into darkness
Never ending sea
Stretching out in front of me
What will I become?