Apertures agape
Beside the blackthorn blossom
Creatures cast their clouts

A new day a new haiku
Early Eastern light
Edges each and every line
In English Elm leaves
Eventually
Never not necrotizing
Death diminishes
English, Dutch or Field
Lanky leafless limbs lengthen
Must we too succumb
Secret, solitary
Earthy, underground dweller
The lonely badger
Deep down in the dirt
I drive the shovel into
Grimy gravel ground
Just to be with you
Open up my sour heart
You always bring this
Line of scarlet thread
I am at the very edge
Pursing or pouting
Brimming with new life
Undeveloped and waiting
Dormant in my shell
A cold iron head
Xiphoid, you cut and divide
Edge of sharpened steel
Between crisp clean sheets
Every day we return here
Dozy drowzy dreams
Between horses jaws
It can been little or much
Teeth clamp, chomp and chew
Fluttering from fire
Lifted like a lithe dragon
You glide as butter
Furry feral foe
Often opening our orts
Xanthodontous skulk
Between dark rafters
Attached upside down by claws
Travel by sonar
Priceless potential
Inside ripe and ready fruit
Promising new life
Weave a cunning trap
Everything is connected
Be there when I fall
Optical oddment
Wield wide white wings with wisdom
Lonely lunar life
All around about
Invisible, inflaming
Rekindle, revive
Reaching ever on
Unstoppable in my tracks
Never going back
Be only my own
Others kept on the outside
Xenophobia
Eerie soul windows
You suck all the light into
Empty black pupils
Fuzzy black branches
Inundated with white snow
Reticent of life