Winter
Haiku
High in the damson
tree
brown leaves curl
and crack,
Robin sings a solo.
Flashes of cold
grey
white, stabbing
yellow.
Gulls fight over
fish heads.
This vast cold sky
with crisp vapour
trails.
We are not truly
alone.
Pale gulls vanish
skyward,
iced fog settles.
Daylight fails
tonight.
In my wooden shed
a tortoiseshell
butterfly sleeps.
Outside snow falls.
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