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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