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A new day a new haiku
A landscape unchanged
A collective memory
Centuries roll by
All those years you grew
This is what became of you
There is no undo
A dusky veil hangs
Clouding over my own heart
Hidden from myself
Filter through green leaves
Searching strains of melody
Drift into old trees
We weave wily weeds
While westerly winds winnow
With willow withys
Everything changes
Fails or grows or fades or flows
So never make plans
Hanging out in lines
Gently rocking in the breeze
Dry those tired eyes
Slow down there sunshine
Just let yourself take a breath
You’ll see so much more
Barely hearing ears
Beat out a better rhythm
Beneath burnished bronze
Oh thin little house
Behind a bright crimson door
Tell me your story
Clean sweeps cut long grass
A razor sharp blade bristles
The scythe is the way
I wish I could shine
If only for just one day
And then fade away
Skip though the meadow
Carefree frolicking scamper
Chasing butterflies
This chapter ends too
We move on to pastures new
I will miss this view
What strange alchemy
Turns these precious hay meadows
From silver to gold?
All that we can see
Is filtered through our history
No one sees the same
So further away
Across rivers and mountains
I would walk it all
Paper thin flowers
Will suspend their disbelief
Until the sun dies
Green fields of Ireland
Where wild young clover sprigs grow
On my father’s bones
As sun touches earth
It is at this moment that
I see who I am
Distant mountain peaks
A fading hazy memory
Was it all a dream?
Sharp spiky shy stems
Stand silently, side by side
Sometimes something clicks
How soon we adapt
If I stumble, if I fall
It was no mistake
From the sandy dirt
These tough old dinosaur trees
Suck up every drop
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