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A new day a new haiku
In the harvest moon
Thresh, winnow and scatter me
I have gone to seed
Clean sweeps cut long grass
A razor sharp blade bristles
The scythe is the way
Clouds lined with silver
The grass is always greener
Apples don’t fall far
Lines grow deeper still
As with every passing year
Make them with laughter
An evening stroll
Low light through freshly cut grass
Making memories
Tufted turf tussocks
Clump in hillocks and hummocks
Of fecund verdure
Just for a moment
Everything froze like a stone
Now we are melting
An empty facade
Specialised in special lies
Dewy morning light
Willow and hawthorn
Break through abandoned grassland
They will out live me
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