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A new day a new haiku
I weave webs slowly
To catch magic every day
It slips through the holes
Cramped catkins uncurl
Signalling spring’s subtle shift
Running to stand still
Pastel pink ripples
Amid teal and crested Grebe
I let my mind glide
New oxygen floods
Into my lungs and blue blood
Lift me from the swamp
Let me breathe again
Deeply in the mangrove swamps
Rich and solid air
You can take the bridge
Or you can get left behind
No road is easy
How long before this
Temple of commerce becomes
An ancient ruin?
Somewhere high out there
Birds soar above everything
I watch from this cave
Long low shadows roam
Sweeping slow and steadily
Across frozen fields
Home landed grounded
Back among familiar folk
The way of the oak
Or where will I land
If I fall from such great heights
Into sinking sand?
Can we just be clouds?
Are we plumes of acrid smoke
Coming down in flames?
As sea becomes land
And water gives way to sand
I too must withstand
When the clouds sunder
Another world is reborn
Light into darkness
Never ending sea
Stretching out in front of me
What will I become?
As heavy clouds droop
Over the last falling sun
Sleep slowly sweeps in
Above grey green waves
Fall into a question mark
Fall into the sea
Broken sunlight streams
In the gaps between the trees
There must be shadows
Asleep in the woods
Squirrel whiskers twitching while
Muffled hedgehogs curl
If I could stretch up
Reach out long gnarled tree fingers
Could I catch the moon?
Grey rain clouds diffuse
The last light of the evening
My heart skips a beat
What hides behind mist?
Who lurks in the looming copse?
Why is the sun cold?
When will new life spring
Rising up from long darkness?
We wait still in hope
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