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.
Iced fog settles
pale gulls vanish
skyward,
daylight fails tonight.
In my wooden shed
a tortoiseshell
butterfly sleeps.
Outside snow falls.
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