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A new day a new haiku

Some days slowly slide

Into dreams from somewhere else

Gently slip away

10th November 2020
Through our father’s fields

We will follow every path

Crooked and oblique

9th November 2020
Suffocating fug

Creeping between chinks and cracks

I seal myself in

8th November 2020
When the scythe comes down

And severs the world in two

Time himself stands still

7th November 2020
Four walls and a roof

A solid comfortable trap

Adventure awaits

6th November 2020
Hope dawns unbidden

With a blue moon exigent

So I try again

5th November 2020
Rip this land in two

So there is nothing to miss

When you’re tearing past

4th November 2020
If you keep moving

You can stay out in the cold

Indefinitely

3rd November 2020
Float away downstream

Carried in gentle currents

My eyelids closing

2nd November 2020
Darkened tributaries

Glimmer, glisten in gold leaf

Desperately clinging

1st November 2020
Setback, set the fire

A setup, set me alight

And so set me free

31st October 2020
Fade into twilight

Scramble through the brambly hedge

Into a warm nest

30th October 2020
Squint through the half light

Seek and search for the half rhyme

Is this a half life?

29th October 2020
So easily crushed

This magic of making things

Where does it come from?

28th October 2020
Drip drop chip chop chap

Left leaves leave leaving leaves left

Beg big bag bog bugs

27th October 2020
In a hazy shroud

Defeated and deflated

Can I carry on?

26th October 2020
Lonely winding lanes

Lead my mind away from pain

I don’t want to face

25th October 2020
Traditions passed on

And many more forgotten

Twixt father and son

24th October 2020
Wanderers don’t rest

Adventurers leave the nest

An unending quest

23rd October 2020
Drag me deeper down

Beneath this steaming mulch heap

Microbial stew

22nd October 2020
Can I build this wall

Faster than it tumbles down?

Shifting sandcastles

21st October 2020
A grey squirrel leaps

Coneys scurry to their holes

As a breeze picks up

20th October 2020
As life twists and flows

Wends and bends its way downstream

Who holds the tiller?

19th October 2020
Robin’s pincushion

Glows in the gathering gloom

Like his beating breast

18th October 2020