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A new day a new haiku
The party over
The golden crown has fallen
Time to sweep it up
A sleepy giant
Climbing frame, insect hotel
Clean air factory
Hiding in the woods
Sheltered by these tallest trees
Silence holds my gaze
Whispered grey shadows
Wrapped around sturdy heartwood
I’ll be first to go
Turning in half-light
Wait for the dusk to settle
Venus in the east
Under empty skies
Tumbled heaps of bracken lie
From the haze birch rise
Stranger alchemy
Turns freshly cleft logs, from white
Into burnished gold
You’re more than enough
When you fall, get up again
All that you can be
Through empty pupils
Searching for a safer shore
Carried by currents
Twigs tangle my hair
Dirt invades my fingernails
Weeds entwine my sleeves
Saturated gloom
Drag me deeper underground
Between roots and stones
Riding the thermals
Scan the ground for fresh footprints
Silent hunters prey
Is this a mirror
Or am I disappearing
In gathering mist?
Shrouded in grey clouds
Thoughts turn to the closer things
A distant howl sounds
The sullen grey sky
Mutes gloomy shades of winter
A subtle beauty
Smooth sunshine sparks
Ride ripples on the surface
I resume my work
When the days get cold
Our hearts turn in on themselves
Insulated love
In the mud and fog
I fall, I crawl, a hard slog
In the misty bog
Sometimes I forget
I’m just a vanishing point
In your long shadow
Perpetual fog
Hangs low around our shoulders
Summoning the gloam
Gnarled and twisted limbs
Stoop, droop, stop – and then drop
To where they began
Sentinels still stand
We walk into the cloud line
You draw another
Gentle, graceful owl
Settle down into your roost
Waiting for morning
Which way the road goes
We can never really know
Only a shadow
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