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Eight Haiku for a Year of Days, another posey of haiku for the changing year, now that autumn skies and golden light begin to soften the edges of summer….

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The dew departed;
But under the willow,
And in the lark’s voice….

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Cattle grazing
On the sky.
Early morning lake.

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Watching them swing
This way then that –
Small boats
On the breath of the tide.

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Hot dust
Between my toes.
The empty fields.

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Amongst the stubble
Drunken daddy-long-legs.
The silent sky.

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Come in, come in,
Leaves of autumn,
The wind is cold!

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Four day’s frost
Crunching underfoot.
Chattering jackdaws.

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Stubble field.
One withered apple
On the old tree.