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A new day a new haiku
At the water’s edge
Between grey sea and gilt sky
Verges vegetate
Around foggy lochs
Through misty mountain passes
We wend our way north
Hazy twilight glow
Dew settles on the meadow
They never grow old
Dry dust drips downward
Tyre treads track into blue grooves
Roll until its smooth
Early morning breeze
Plays lightly on the surface
Jump into the pool
In the green meadow
Wild grasses and flowers grow
Wait for us mow
A fork in the tracks
Do I take the easy path
Or the way that winds?
A small silver chink
Opens up rusty old minds
To a clearer view
For times of good cheer
Bend hairy ears that can’t hear
To whiskey and beer
From dust and ashes
Hopes and schemes and dreams arise
You can’t keep us down
Stones straik steel sharper
Slow shuffle, smooth scythe snaths swing
Small spiral swaths stack
Am I of the land
Or still working against it
And where is the line?
My whole body aches
From my nose down to my toes
My mind is at rest
Upon these brown hills
Interwoven stories knot
Entangle and merge
Gentle purple clouds
The same scent our fathers smelt
Floats through the woodland
Long low lines of light
Illuminate parachutes
Carried on the wind
I hold myself back
Sabbotage my every act
And fall through the cracks
In one thousand suns
Lift me up across the lake
This was my mistake
New album out now
As light mist rises
From the freshly fallen rain
Float away downstream
Down the woodland path
Down into the fairy dells
Hidden in the downs
Little woodland folk
Hiding behind tiny doors
Wait for dusk to fall
Fresh sprouts of chervil
A bovine delicacy
Grown in abundance
From yellow flowers
Into our final hour
Scattered in the wind
Into a black hole
I’ve had enough, I give up
Leave me dead inside