on the old farm track
rainwater in the wheel ruts
frozen over
outside the cafe
a dog's lead and collar
chained to a lamppost
at the cottage door
a canary in a cage
sparrows on the ground
a thousand raindrops
sparkling on the fir trees
first day of spring
eclipse of the sun
for a few minutes darkness
closes the daisies
nothing on TV
opening the old biscuit tin
for needle and thread
a fierce gust of wind
the tea garden's umbrellas
become airborne
facing the March winds
the summer seats
nobody sits on
my coffee untouched
I lose track of time
preparing haiku
smoking cigarettes
+
deciding to stop
+
hanging wallpaper
+
smoking cigarettes
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THAT BRINGS THIS SERIES TO AN END
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THAT BRINGS THIS SERIES TO AN END
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