Six Haikus

The Dragon-fly has
Gone far-away...faraway...
From the coming storm

In mid December
Tis warm as a summer's day
Here in Lamorna

How far we walk from
One Hell into another...
Between Heaven's joys

Every-which-way
Without rhyme or reason...
You little lost Ant

The shed may be small
And life too short to be lived...
Yet dragons still prey

As days get longer
The daffodils...so keen to
Raise their weary heads

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