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A new day a new haiku
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Scatter your ideas Like leaves into the wild wind Watch how they decay
The party over The golden crown has fallen Time to sweep it up
Dry ice and low sun Stir these swirling leaves to make The perfect autumn
Dying embers fall And settle down like ash leaves A dusty grey stain
And as last year leaves Decay to layers of loam What do we pass on?
Another day gone Slipping through my fat fingers Evening sun though leaves
Seasons recurring The world outside keeps turning My bones keep yearning
Leaves gather sunlight And convert it into wood Curious magic
In a sea of red My blood has been shed, slowly I return to dust
Wind strips branches bare Waiting for my time to come Only five leaves left
The falling leaves ask Do we want to be happy Or rather wallow?
Seasons lumber by Though they change we don’t know why The leaf’s final sigh