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A new day a new haiku
Run swiftly downstream
Run with me in softer dreams
Run to the pale sea
Now the days are short
Try to rid my head of thoughts
But the wind is fraught
An acre of land
Potential, promise, prospect
Possibility
Even in these bleak
Stone grey solemn winter days
Hints of gold remain
In the mist and snow
At the edge of the abyss
Inescapable
Through discarded leaves
I thread my long white stitches
To feed upon death
Caught in the thicket
Nowhere to run, no way out
I shed my antlers
Across these harsh slopes
Beaten and battered by gales
Hunched, we hunker down
Shelter in the lee
Let the winds howl behind me
Hiding in the trees
Mellow moon, pull us
A fellow light in darkness
Yellow sun, lift us
Under snowy sheets
Tucked up tight ’til tomorrow
We stay warm inside
Though we are sinking
Deeper in the boggy ground
We must not look down
Beneath black mountains
Badgers burrow and beset
The fields with fresh soil
Smouldering away
Turning to brittle charcoal
Hope another day
Day breaks silent ice
Grey lake melting violet twice
Making a lattice
Longer lines lay low
Dew drops down where branches froze
Yet I am still here
Black mountain buzzard
Circles and swoops in the snow
Rabbits hide below
Should I take my time?
My past outgrows my future
Should I look behind?
Keep chipping away
At that great looming mountain
Time turns stone to dust
Soaring golden leaves
Falling from the olden trees
Calling the cold breeze
Dead grasses mellow
I slip and slide through mud flats
Sink into the mist
Kestrel horizon
Bleak shadows, empty inside
I am not enough
Dry ice and low sun
Stir these swirling leaves to make
The perfect autumn
Broad marshland mud flats
Break up the wild wasted space
Between motorways