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A new day a new haiku
This chapter ends too
We move on to pastures new
I will miss this view
What strange alchemy
Turns these precious hay meadows
From silver to gold?
All that we can see
Is filtered through our history
No one sees the same
So further away
Across rivers and mountains
I would walk it all
Paper thin flowers
Will suspend their disbelief
Until the sun dies
Green fields of Ireland
Where wild young clover sprigs grow
On my father’s bones
As sun touches earth
It is at this moment that
I see who I am
Distant mountain peaks
A fading hazy memory
Was it all a dream?
Sharp spiky shy stems
Stand silently, side by side
Sometimes something clicks
How soon we adapt
If I stumble, if I fall
It was no mistake
From the sandy dirt
These tough old dinosaur trees
Suck up every drop
Deadly parasites
Draining, dredging, destroying
Our own dying host
On the very edge
At the top of everything
We’re still clinging on
The hushed wind twisting
Through the vast empty stillness
Sad cicadas sing
What do you call home?
The place that you go back to?
The place you feel safe?
How long will we stand
Gazing into the sunset?
Never long enough
Beauty in order
Straight lines and simplicity
Yet more in chaos
Wild flowers don’t grow
Inside the confines of lines
We are on the edge
From the detritus
Years upon years of rubbish
Shelter will arise
The end of the road
Is the best place to plan out
The next adventure
Drift through the Highlands
Black headed terns returning
To the ocean waves
Towering mountains
As far as the eye can see
Now floating away
Starry sparks arise
Flaming furnace fire flies
At the day’s last sigh
As the fallen sun
Sets a broken sky alight
So my heart ignites
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