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A new day a new haiku
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Shrouded in grey clouds Thoughts turn to the closer things A distant howl sounds
Launch me out into The clear still waveless waters May my mind make peace
The sun hanging low Gives a golden autumn glow To the grindylow
Which way should we go? There are no paths on water Every way leads home
Out of the black swamp Alder branches twist and creep Into heart shaped cracks
I wish I could fly Down the valley, to the sea Instead I run dry
The lake holds my gaze Yet I cannot fathom its Murky mysteries
From a jagged hedge Knotted and skeletal edge Just an empty sketch
February gripping Tightly to my frozen toes I can’t shake it off
In our children’s eyes How will this be remembered? The start, or the end?
Skim across the lake Soft sounds ripple all around Perpetual dawn
At the water’s edge The muted shades of winter Was it all a dream?