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A new day a new haiku
Thus the summer dies
Full of promise and surprise
Remember me well
The garden will grow
Let it become a jungle
Old walls tumble down
In your black pupils
In the shadow of apples
In my own mind’s eye
Could I live up here
On this faded windswept moor?
A solitary rock
Summer is over
The time for harvest is here
Let the work begin
If wild flowers
Are sown from a pack of seeds
Are they really wild?
In a horse drawn cart
We move on, ever westward
A journey of peace
To live a wild life
We must provide our own needs
And consume much less
To simplify
To remove the cruft
To simply be
Thistle faries float
Wherever the wind takes them
I wish to be wild
On this tumulus
Where bones crumble into dust
We reach our fathers
Harmless looking leaves
Delicate, fresh and charming
Hide a painful sting
From paths forged by feet
On long forgotten journeys
Narrow winding lanes
Green fields of England
My natural habitat
Alien to some
Put away those toys
And come into the garden
The best place to play
Though sometimes he’s lost
Shrouded in nimbostratus
The sun always sets
How soon we forget
That these swathes of swaying grass
Were once the wild wood
Rubicund folioe
Dandling blithely atop
Golden garnerings
Peeping through the gate
Into a world now long lost
Yet the same colours
Musky thistledown
Tumbles through rusty tangles
To escape Goldfinch
Storm flavoured sunset
Spread thickly on the long grass
I am not enough
My many mistakes
Replayed, repeated, now
Gather dusky dust
Dodging rain showers
Clean t-shirts flap like bunting
Wound around by wild winds
It’s in every day
That ambition is realised
The future is now
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