Nine Haiku About One Thing

And she picked it up - The sleek black and white feather, Threw it in the bin. Black and white against Unrelieved grey. Graceful curve Against the straight lines. A flash of beauty In the gutter. Tidied up To dull, gritty grey. Mock Jasmine flowers - Beauty and perfume all lost For neatly trimmed hedge. Bright scattered colour - Gold and bronze leaves down the drive, Machine blown away. There’s a concrete path Through the forest now. It’s grey Stark, unwelcoming. Remember? “You don’t Know what you’ve got till it’s gone.” Paradise is lost. We’re lost in a world. Where Nature is untidy. We’ve cleared it away! She robbed us of it - The sleek black and white feather, Stole it from our sight.