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A new day a new haiku

Dark dew on rose hips

A recurring memory

A question answered

25th September 2019
A rainy graveyard

Is being here without yew

Worth being at all?

24th September 2019
We’re at the dawn of

Another beautiful day

Yet sadness creeps in

23rd September 2019
What is happiness?

Just chemicals in your brain

Chemistry is hard

22nd September 2019
Using distant spires

We navigate these wild fields

Here I lose myself

21st September 2019
Without a winter

There would be no autumn leaves

To burn up my heart

20th September 2019
We should make the most

Of this September sunshine

Before its too late

19th September 2019
Seasons lumber by

Though they change we don’t know why

The leaf’s final sigh

18th September 2019
A winding river

Life flows on, unstoppable

Into the unknown

17th September 2019
A fleeting moment

Captured and frozen in time

By the photo trap

16th September 2019
Our brave hearts alight

As we descend to darkness

These days were our days

15th September 2019
I tried to escape

From this creepy green facade

But outside its worse

14th September 2019
Out of the forest

Captured by concrete castles

Darkening the lake

13th September 2019
My slender hero

Let me go now let me go

Tell me all you know

12th September 2019
Swept over purple

And carved out of the hillside

Beneath to above

11th September 2019
Eat and be eaten

Following our own footprints

Chase our tails again

10th September 2019
Crisp autumn morning

Cool breath filling my nostrils

Let my spirit free

9th September 2019
Songs don’t sing themselves

Gold doesn’t shine in the dark

Fire dies without fuel

8th September 2019
When it’s covered up

With hypocritical smoke

This mirror is blind

7th September 2019
Golden morning glow

Pure and untarnished promise

Flawed expectation

6th September 2019
If an ugly toad

Shows himself to the whole world

His beauty will grow

5th September 2019
If an old grey toad

Hides beneath a mossy rock

Is it beautiful?

4th September 2019
If a warty toad

Hides underneath a damp rock

Is it less ugly?

3rd September 2019
Rose red and grass green

I can’t count my mistakes

I can make fewer

2nd September 2019

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