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A new day a new haiku
Why do we create?
To keep the daemons at bay?
To find our own place?
There’s hope in these clouds
Stop holding out for the sun
The future is now
Though I bend and break
Try to make myself to size
I will never fit
Though the wind rages
Pelting me with sleet and hail
Must just keep going
Snow showers melting
Into low spring sunshine sprays
Yes, these are the days
Celandine signals
Sap is rising to the leaves
Spring is here again
Colours bind our eyes
To new beauty and old lives
Cuts us down to size
Not even the ghosts
Can bear to live in this town
Invisible lives
Time turns bricks to dust
Wood to ashes, Iron to rust
We do what we must
Put the tools away
The grass is cut, we made hay
It’s been a good day
What wonderful webs
We’re weaving below bare toes
Symbiotic scythes
Wood anemones
Creep across the forest floor
We stay in the shade
Tugged and turned and torn
In the rolling ocean waves
Nothing to hold on
At last the buds break
Leaves tumble down lithe branches
Fresh catkins burst out
The puzzle is not
Where all the pieces go, but
How to get them there?
To whatever height
You climb, you can go higher
Enjoy every step
Spring from underground
Where all winter you were bound
Now you are set free
The willow tree turns
From brown to burning yellow
Banishing sadness
Such joy overflows
There’s more than can be captured
I try to hold on
Slowly she rises
One flawed frail limb at a time
Stronger together
I am falling down
Slowly stumble to the ground
Abdicate my crown
I will flow downstream
Up through trees, rise from the leaves
And fall in the sea
We are only clouds
Passing through the open blue
Leaving but a trace
Don’t see things for what
They can do for you. Seek out
Their place in the world
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