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A new day a new haiku
Lying in her lair
Waiting for the wolves to were
Secret silent snare
Wherever we look
We can never see ourselves
Just a reflection
Across golden fields
Misty mornings fall lightly
And some are broken
Only the morning
Transforms the desolate bleak
Into such a glow
A foggy cold fret
Bitten by this fierce snell wind
My fair jeelit feet
We must carry on
Through mud, ice and grime, into
The rest of our lives
Another dreich day
Grey, damp, dark and plowetery
Smirr soaked to the skin
Only bright stars fade
Only the lost can be found
Only triers fail
The weeks just roll on
Sand slipping through my fingers
A glass half empty
Dank November gloom
Oppressively beautiful
Tread murky water
Squeezing a little
Pointless creativity
Into every day
Wind strips branches bare
Waiting for my time to come
Only five leaves left
Down in dark damp dirt
The mycorrhizae network
A secret magic
With a simple slip
I break the surface tension
Shadows gloom beneath
I followed fox tracks
Through the bramble and nettle
My legs still tingle
Drag me deeper down
Deep into the black abyss
Where our fears reside
Your pure morning light
Spins and weaves a golden web
Through the furry frost
Autumn turns to rust
Fresh blood running down my leg
Hold it together
Deep in the thicket
Tangled up in my own horns
To resignation
Creepily we crawl
Betwixt decaying leaf mould
Our shells on our backs
The falling leaves ask
Do we want to be happy
Or rather wallow?
Swim against the tide
In a sea of confusion
Running to stand still
Just heap it all up
Set a match to the tinder
And watch the sparks fly
Pillars of smoke rise
All across this merry land
Remember the plot
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