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A new day a new haiku
Living in the clouds
Is much duller than it sounds
A sombre surround
Frozen lake reborn
Frost coated reeds stand forlorn
Perpetual dawn
This is this year’s wood
Which could and would be good wood
Next to next year’s wood
I’m a bumble bee
I’m a flower, I’m a tree
I’m all that has been
Golden sun arise
Enrich my long squinting eyes
Try to make them wise
New light and clear sun
Warms my bare face, while the cold
Penetrates my toes
In frost furred heather
All life returns to the ground
Now a blank canvas
With the sharp cold moon
Hanging in a purple haze
Another day done
Clear crystals crackle
Take the blade to the whet stone
Let time do his work
Deep inside your heart
Turn this golden light to wood
For another year
Frost nibbles the dirt
Limbs stripped by prevailing winds
Winter lays all bare
Feel warm sun on skin
Soak in the burgeoning glow
Save for tomorrow
Let the sunshine in
Driving the moisture away
And turning you grey
In your fallen boughs
We build a hiding place for
Our secret stories
Darkness spreads a cloak
Over the sparse wilderness
Eye the Western sky
Wrinkled winding limbs
Reaching where the light begins
Arboreal hymns
A curious shrub
Bursting blossoms in winter
And stinks when broken
Though we may be bound
To the base and lowly ground
Sometimes stars shine through
The party over
The golden crown has fallen
Time to sweep it up
A sleepy giant
Climbing frame, insect hotel
Clean air factory
Hiding in the woods
Sheltered by these tallest trees
Silence holds my gaze
Whispered grey shadows
Wrapped around sturdy heartwood
I’ll be first to go
Turning in half-light
Wait for the dusk to settle
Venus in the east
Under empty skies
Tumbled heaps of bracken lie
From the haze birch rise