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A new day a new haiku
If I was tangled
Twisted around the tree tops
Would you look for me?
Memories of summer
Reduced to smoke and ashes
So new ones can grow
Hazel, my old friend
Although I have cut you down
You will live longer
Storm clouds roll on by
Catkins stream into the breeze
They whisper of spring
Water boatmen dart
Across the ripples and gusts
We left in our wake
Twisted branches stoop
Reaching out across the lake
In idle chit chat
And never give up
At the end of the tunnel
There is still a light
Torrents gush and spew
Roaring rushing rising up
From the mountain depths
Rusty lichen points
Towards the shady cold North
An ancient compass
In the black forest
In your never ending eyes
Darker than the night
Slowly we amble
Meander the river banks
Wander in wonder
The long sun lies down
Low across the fading dale
And calling us home
Nature recycles
Leaves and wood into fungi
Death into beauty
Between capped mineshafts
We crept down the eerie dale
Our captors pursue
Dragged under water
Into seething froth and foam
Sinking in regret
Lashed by wind and rain
Across the cold lonely peaks
The doors all bolted
And now snowdrops spring
Around every new corner
Another surprise
Now ivy surrounds
And pulls you into the ground
Turning upside down
Just a stump remains
You were cut down in your prime
Never to grow back
Whatever we leave
For generations to come
They won’t understand
What mortal terror
Rent these stone walls asunder?
Every kingdom falls
Only this corner
Of your stronghold still standing
You lost the battle
In the place you lay
I trod softly above you
And knelt in wonder
Sitting still for hours
Still I’m moving many miles
Incongruously