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A new day a new haiku
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Whatever I give It has been given to me I can’t begrudge it
Roam the countryside Somewhere my roots can take hold Where do I belong?
As time drips away Seconds to hours to days There is no present
Into the distance Between green fields and grey clouds I’m still holding on
Without a winter There would be no autumn leaves To burn up my heart
Crisp autumn morning Cool breath filling my nostrils Let my spirit free
To simplify To remove the cruft To simply be
Green fields of England My natural habitat Alien to some
Storm flavoured sunset Spread thickly on the long grass I am not enough
Lowly fog rolling Wet blades sharp in the twilight Silence reigns supreme
You hide and I’ll seek Deep down in the yellow creek To the highest peak
Misty Yorkshire fog From fox’s tail to cock’s foot Rescue sheep’s fescue