jec - zip haiku

the lambs leap up

like foolish children

unaware

they are sheep

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deep down

beneath the crunch of leaves

a resonance

of axe blows

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orange and tan

tan orange and tan

the butterflies

beat on

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soft and grey

a pigeon's underwing

merges

with the drizzle

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adrift

in a long forgotten town

the vagrant

wears my face

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a sunlit glade

scents

the strange geometry

of butterflies

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too light

for sombre words

my thoughts follow

the curve of the quill

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slick

against the fissured sky

the purple folds of fungi

ripple

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at my feet

a blackened penny

dark enough

to buy my thoughts

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the road and the sky

and the face at the window

grey

so grey

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sodium lights

in the town below

ant eggs

on the gate post

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cirrus twist

about her face

a worm cast

and a skein of fronds

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concerned as ever

she loops

a rubber band

round the wind chimes

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high above

the little town

I find myself

in everything

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if looks could kill

the lens would be a bow

and that rabbit

dead

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lost somewhere

beneath the duvet

Cribden Hill

goes back to sleep

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slowly I search

a field of flowers

find nothing

but beauty

the first zip to be written