The clouds wait
At the crossroads
For green light
Above the dark trough
Golden birds are crossing
Early morning light
Lost in thought
A turtle rushes past
Too quickly
I call it haiku
You do not have to agree
Let's leave it this way
Long, winding road
The stones wait with sharp edges
And pain moves
First heat of spring
Kids looking for the iceman
Bringing joy
Mists on the dark Rhine
The sky explodes in orange
Drivers look sideways
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