Poetry Type: Haiku Set

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A dream’s memory
Like the last leaf on the oak
Hanging by a thread.

When all else is still
With attention, shapes dance
A fleeting moment.

The trees’ last leaves

Peace in the sunrise.

A passing breeze

Beautiful surprise.

A fear is an icy grip
One that chills to the bone.
Breaking free is hard
All warmth seems fleeting.

Sometimes fog clears slowly

Calm in the wake.

Within a great mechanisation

Clattering steel marbles

Eventually reflect a blue sky.

Weightless white floating flecks

Sweat rolling down my chest.

A ring of stone, a cone of wood

The only things, understood.

Transformation, freed through flame

Hopefully less, remains the same.