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A new day a new haiku
An evening stroll
Low light through freshly cut grass
Making memories
Our leafy brothers
Always watching over us
So we chop them down
The magic of fire
Transforming oak into ash
We will rise like smoke
Is this just a dream?
Am I awake or asleep?
Falling into light
Another day fades
Weeks turn into months again
The years roll away
Tufted turf tussocks
Clump in hillocks and hummocks
Of fecund verdure
And when we’re gone
We’ll go back to where we’re from
Rising in the smoke
Like a little weed
I’ll be climbing up your walls
Until they fall down
I’m up in the clouds
But I can’t hear a sound here
Waiting to be found
The sun is calling
Another day is dawning
The hope of morning
Glossy grey green veins
Creep slowly across old skin
New sap arising
A new life cut short
Devoured lost and broken
Another man’s meat
The sharp fresh green scent
Of spring Elder breaking out
Like poison acid
Rain makes a soft spray
Against a background of grey
Another wet day
Great grey buzzard wings
Stetch out, swoop and soar above
Desolated fields
Trees like fingers grow
And as above so below
Roots like rivers flow
Walk that road again
Although black clouds are looming
Somewhere the sun shines
Only in my mind
There I left myself behind
In the bluest sea
We return to earth
The same rain is back again
Remember sunshine
Now I’ll fly away
Up and into the darkness
Into a new day
Navigate the reef
Urchins and anemones
Swirl all around me
When I drift away
Leave my remains in ruins
Under a green glow
Another storm brews
Stop waiting for tomorrow
Sunlight breaking through
Am I looking for something
Or am I losing?
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