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A new day a new haiku
Pure white honesty
Is a rare commodity
Gift of clarity
Should I cling tighter
Or let the river take me
With floating debris
I would pay handsome
A great big stinking ransom
For these wild ramsoms
Careful you don’t trip
Unsteady ground pulls you down
Into the stream slip
An enemy hides
Between creeping celandine
Now the flood subsides
A lone voice rattles
Echoing from stone to wood
Unheard and unstood
Before the blossom blooms
It’s pecked, picked, packed and pickled
In formaldehyde
These are the same forms
That inspired song and verse from
Those who came before
Nesting on the ledge
High above the woodland edge
Firstling falcons fledge
High above the gorge
Tracing the river’s true source
The red kite circles
The first bluebells sound
Chiming under the coppice
They toll for the spring
Rolling rapids run
Raging rushing river race
Roughly returning
One more Blackthorn spray
Heralding the brighter days
The rain will not stay
Keep your hands busy
Let your mind wander freely
And things make themselves
Some doors don’t open
Some ways lead only back home
Some days rain won’t end
Beauty for a day
May grace these slender branches
We all reach upwards
How many more times?
Is this still tenacity
Or stupidity?
Spritely sprigs spring spikes
Yet another year of thorns
I will overcome
Where am I going?
Should I take the long way round?
Will this ever end?
Beneath my hard surface
Roots reach for understanding
The sap is rising
Coiled up in my head
Thoughts twisting like tangled threads
Filling me with dread
Last year’s shooting growth
Combs the clouds with jagged teeth
On slender barrels
Soaking up the rain
Drinking in the damp drizzle
Bursting with new life
Fighting everyday
Nutrients and vitamins
Keep the bugs at bay
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