Haikus

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An island in mist;

united in their dimness

three countries crumble.

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Velvety darkness;

It’s incumbent on me – to

stay under cover.

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A dewy rose bud

that softly comes into bloom

I want to give you.

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Winter winds howling

like wolves at the hunger moon;

Quite the wakeup call!

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Not an ideal world;

Comme fait Candide et Panglosse –

Cultivions jardins!

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The garden’s spoiling

a) me or b) for a fight

Schrödinger’s backyard?

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True/not true; but where 

is the cat in all this space?

Shades of deepest grey.

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Forest run

Snow in the forest; the timber wolf wakes,

his pelt all but covered in white

Crystalline glare at the crystallised flakes;

It’s cold but the cold doesn’t bite

He bares all his fangs in a hideous grin

(but to him it is naught but a smile)

He stands up and stretches, then runs like the wind,

his gait eating mile upon mile

The lone wolf keeps going, leaves all things behind,

to him it is not about fun;

The beat of his paws echoes deep in his mind:

Run, forest, run, forest, run!