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%title Haiku
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:writing:poetry:
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!{In *Eigengrau*}
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'''
Arctic fox's den
adorned with flowers and snow
garden in winter
'''
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!{In *Eigengrau*}
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'''
A measure of grain
and a measure of water —
spring's own time and heat
Air carries the scent
of myriads of lives spent
on summer's warm breath
Crumb and density,
warmth buried beneath crisp crust —
autumn's crackling leaves.
Loves and loaves and loaves
baked for comfort in the cold —
winter calls for stores.
'''
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!{In *Eigengrau*}
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'''
Leaves fall, grass withers,
and I step back to witness
winter's frozen form.
Half an hour's silence,
body relaxing slowly,
letting springtime in.
A season to stretch,
then one to learn everything —
summer's exploring.
What will autumn bring?
Maturity? Strength? Wisdom?
Dry heat and cool nights?
'''
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!{In *Eigengrau*}
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'''
Seven flies circle,
Trimmers chatter down the block:
The hum of summer.
I listen, silent, waiting,
Breathing in sun and out shade.
Fig leaves like fingers
paw feebly through still hot air
and come up with naught.
Too early for fruit to droop,
we must wait past midsummer.
And I walk until
all I can hear is the wind
among the fir trees.
Summer breezes bear away
all the choices of years past.
Drink deep of death-thoughts
as the day dies with a yawn —
the year starts to fade.
'''