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A new day a new haiku
I follow the water
Winding between the mountains
Every step I’m home
Autumn creeping up
As rusty dock seeds crumble
I am clinging on
I wish I could fly
Down the valley, to the sea
Instead I run dry
The lake holds my gaze
Yet I cannot fathom its
Murky mysteries
Scattered sky sparks fly
Darting in and out of sight
Like curious moths
Where does the light go
After it enters my eye?
Why is there an end?
Still subdued morning
Slowly rising from the clouds
Still summer, still here
Now in my memory
I go back to the meadow
Everything I need
So we leave them there
Ever paddling onwards
Into the sunset
Though they may seem wild
These fells are pitted and scarred
With the marks of man
Starry canopy
Flowers in the panicle
Leafy panoply
In the waterfall
I hear voices calling me
Is this a gate way?
Mountains dressed in grass
Stretching beyond horizons
Paths that never end
From the rocky cliff
Scattered harebells gently chime
I too go unheard
As black clouds roll over
We cower in the darkness
Watching the storm pass
While we are away
Watch over the wild garden
And keep the birds safe
If badgers drove cars
And killed one hundred humans
Would we give them points?
If you trip or slip
If you tumble or stumble
Or fall I’ll catch you
Art, ever reaching
And yet always falling short
Never giving up
Trees know how to grow
And birds sing all on their own
What instinct I know?
Stolid hunter eyes
Solitary, independent
Stuck in my own mind
My bare feet can feel
Wet grass giving way to steel
Is this new day real?
Meadows turning brown
We drink in every detail
The year’s pinnacle
Steaming summer days
Sleepily chasing the shade
Soak up the heat haze
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