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Jack London
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Warmth. I smell warmth when walking, early morning, when the grass is creaking under the strain of the past night's evening rain. The world shimmers briefly and I can smell, I swear, the warming of the air as dew climbs upwards to meet the sky again. © Marko 1999-2023
Woodland. The early dawn, fresh and broody. Dew, a drop, atop the crested dogs tail. Cocks-foot and ox-eye daisies sway away, in the morning breeze. A young lover's stifled sneeze. Another day. Cuculus canorus covets another's nest, as young lovers walk with intent beneath the Common oak. Romance giggles as four wide eyes close shut. Dandelion squats and settles amongst the autumn's decay. Anguis fragilis cuddles down amongst the spent bluebell. Parents clock-watch over the horizon. Time omnipresent transcends the seasons. Salmo salar entwine beneath ragged robin and balsam. Near by the young lovers, lie idle, texting triumph to their friends.
Remembrance Day: a haiku.
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Meak* versus the meek.
Now’s the time to remember
all our wars’ victims.
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*(Norse) sword.