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A new day a new haiku
Silently we glode
Between restless river banks
Softly glid back home
Every river has
One single driving purpose
To get to the sea
I’m worth more than gold
I cannot be bought or sold
I never grow old
I am up a tree
I am in the setting sun
I make you feel free
I have many names
Everyone wants to be me
But no one knows how
Slip through the culvert
Let the current carry you
And your cares away
Gnarled and twisted bones
Creeping out from mists below
Gloating in the gloam
How soon I forget
To look beyond my own stance
So hopelessly flawed
Bluebell buds begin
Sometimes springtime sunshine shades
Things I thought I thought
Running from monsters
Crouching in solemn corners
Hiding in darkness
Rocks fill this cold sea
What is this pale emptiness
Lurking inside me
From wrappers and twine
We weave our home into a
Plastic paradise
As snowy squalls scourge
The open plain, our backs brace
Against icy gales
Hammer and anvil
Peen, bite, squash, flatten and shape
To keep the blade sharp
Petals make flowers
Streams combine to make rivers
Together again
Butterflies and bees
Buzz brashly between blossom
Birds bide for berries
Your yellow blossom
Hails the swallows’ arrival
And heralds the spring
Willow leaves break through
Morning sun burns off fresh dew
Beginning anew
Can you catch a flame?
Or capture it in a cage?
Try not to trap time
Squinting in new sun
A rabbit in the headlights
Did we skip a beat?
Suddenly, a fright!
Do I stand my ground and fight
Or turn and take flight?
Sunny sentinels
Synthesising soil and sun
To simple sugars
Duck under holly
Into a dark woodland cave
And wait for morning
These twisted innards
Will not yield to axe or maul
Mallets drive the wedge
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