Haiku Trail :(Inconsistent With Environment)
It is hard and bleak
now, below his tired feet
with the grey above him,
albescent with time
clouds bubble above him there
like an old man’s beard,
though you, his sweet one
are the soft green in between,
bring back salad days,
when you address him
you greet him with such relish
to flavour his life
and so he holds on -
ever in mind as at hand,
leaning on the wind.
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