Haiku #11 (NS)

The shaman’s spirit
abroad, deep in winter’s woods;
speaks in runic tongues

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Haiku #10 (NS)

I am forced inside
like winter sap, waiting; long
nights in search of sleep

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Temperatures rise,
seagulls are swooping lower —
just like the first time

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Pausing for the view,
greenness is everywhere.
Solitary smile

My soul’s prime journey,
flooded fen to woodland crag —
see where I have been