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A new day a new haiku
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Where there is no sound Beneath the cold leafy ground That’s where I’ll be found
Corroded Oak leaves Rustle in the autumn breeze Rusted to their trees
Across frosty fields Untold stories will unfold Turning a new leaf
Maybe I’m a ghost Moving slowly between these Silent autumn leaves
Observers disturb The very thing they perceive Colours we can’t see
Golden morning light A warm surprise, shines new life Into dying eyes
Slowly turning leaves Hibernate under blankets Curled up and sleepy
Turning leaves cling on Yet the sun has slipped away And rain has set in
Leaves drop, seed scatters Fruit falls and begins to rot I too let it go