simonhlilly

LOST HAIKU

Autumn leaves.
The path ahead obscured.
That is why I am so late!
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Only one leaf left
On the old tree –
And that is a bird.

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(Basho on biophobia)

The old pond.
A shopping trolley pushed in.
Profound emptiness.

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Midwinter road.
Around the corner:
Sunshine.

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A half moon sunk low.
In the valley. Listen!
The river, shivering.

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The past turns haiku.
The valleys dissolve in rain.
Dissappearing light.

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To culture silence
Become that grey backed heron
And watch unhurried.

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Dark water
The ash bows down
Reflecting.

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The smallest day.
Mosses, lichen, drip their own green light.
Darkening woods.

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Foot in mouth
I walk words
Tasting damp leaves.
The spiral of green moments.

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