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A new day a new haiku
Roots run wild below
While vaulted bramble arches
Fan feral above
Across frosty fields
Untold stories will unfold
Turning a new leaf
Every choice divides
Our lives into new branches
A terminal bud
We’ll ramble and roam
Tumble down and over grown
We’ll never go home
Dark heather stretches
Bleak across the prickly heath
Coal seams lay beneath
Crystaline fractals
Refract the cold morning light
Each season repeats
Solemn grey branches
Cast long shadows overhead
New torpor descends
Outlined in sunlight
Every sharp edge galvanised
In the frozen air
Wild horses shimmer
Concealed by the undergrowth
Can you find them here?
Big fat red round sun
Melting softly into trees
Butter in a pan
These crows come and go
Across fields our fathers roamed
And follow me home
Hidden rings reveal
The ripples of secret lives
Etched into the years
Leaves of burnished bronze
Tumble down devil’s dumble
Entwined in fern fronds
Ash and chestnut stripped
And these rusty old oak leaves
Are all that remain
Beneath brown bracken
Beaten down then burned up
Forest fires blacken
Forgotten gardens
Conquered by nettles and ferns
All is vanity
Last year’s leftovers
Jumbled up in the hedgerow
Let your wild hair go
Brush, briar and bramble
Thickets tangle together
We’re still growing wild
Short little day draws
Lazy curtains hide the flaws
Sudden darkness falls
Carry us away
On dark November water
In the Viking’s wake
A mottled feather
I look up as you swoop off
Now we’re barbed and hooked
As green becomes brown
Field mice burrow underground
Autumn’s fallen crown
Under cold hard stones
Crawling through tangled brambles
Clamber our way home
Soft horizon skin
The morning mist retreating
How easy words flow
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