Change “Haiku”

these were written on a day when the first hint, that first faint odour of spring wafted in on the breeze.

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pennies in my pocket

remember all the hands

which still rub them

 

no genie ever granted

three wishes

in the lottery of life

 

freshly ploughed fields

sound a deep brown bass

while scaring crows

 

the winter kale

stands defiant green

on a winter’s day

 

Badger’s copse shivers

the naked trees

wearing ivy necklaces

 

the holly has lustre

vibrant in the hedgerow.

a robin watches

 

three wise women

kale, ivy and holly

and one shepherd

 

soon the change

comes from the East

watery sun, even à Dieu

 

the length of shadows

turns soon a penny,

few days left now

 

duvet tight to the chin

a bear in a cave

stretches and yawns

 

he rolls over

adjusting his pillow

for the alarm sounds not

 

the salmon of wisdom

will return

to teem in the rivers

 

the springy moss

adds a jaunt to the toes

and a swagger

 

even the egg timer

whispers “hurry up”,

enough sand!!

 

and brown becomes

green and yellow

the ears of wheat listen

 

for to deeply bathe

in the salutation of the sun,

a familiar friend

 

he who has been hiking

across the southern skies

for too long

 

he the prodigal

has been sighted!!

break out a fatted calf