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%title Haiku :writing:poetry:
!{In Eigengrau}
''' Arctic fox's den adorned with flowers and snow garden in winter '''
!{In Eigengrau}
''' 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. '''
!{In Eigengrau}
''' 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? '''
!{In Eigengrau}
''' 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. '''