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A new day a new haiku
Now the wood is dry
Fill every crack and corner
Against the winter
Your world slowly shrinks
Barley bending overhead
A nesting instinct
Have I been misplaced?
Or am I invisible?
Hunt for my lost tribe
I bore my way in
Into the heart of the tree
It comes naturally
I turn it over
Let the sun shine a new light
And cure my wind woes
Lazy daisy days
Another year drifts away
As vacant clouds stray
The voice of the road
Getting harder to ignore
I shoulder my load
Our safety nets will
Become traps. Our luxuries
Will become burdens
Though this land is flat
I climb a different mountain
The one in my mind
Step outside your door
You can find no better place
To start to explore
In summer showers
We wash away our failures
Look with hopeful eyes
Curled up in the hedge
Hiding from the wind and rain
Tramping new terrain
Inhale the drenched air
Soaking up the welcome rain
Standing in the dirt
In restless grassland
Ripples graze a hazy grace
And stills racing hearts
Between thunderstorms
Strong meadow grasses rise up
A burning fever
There’s not enough time
To clamber up every tree
But how can I choose?
Golden hay crackles
As the sun scorches each blade
Tomorrow we bale
The scythe slides softly
With gentle grace, through the grass
Sunshine alchemy
I grab at the days
Wildly grasping the thin air
As they drift away
This twisted oak tree
Dragging out its dying years
Will still out-live me
Just another boy
Blend into the background noise
Wait for the decoy
In our different ways
Tracking through the barley maze
Lost in a blue haze
I turn in again
I can’t navigate this maze
Lost in my safe place
Through silver meadows
With moths and bats and spiders
Dance in the moonlight