Journey Homeward, Haiku Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

journey homeward
a boomerang makes a near
circular flight path
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a captured kite
clings to the hand holding it
a thistle's sharp hooks
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opal mines don't close
they glint at azure skies
like dragon lizards
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falling gum leaves
conserving their strength, whisper
I'll always survive
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because I too yearn
I sacrifice my leaves mulch
Bottlebrush roots
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talons sunk in snow
now warm themselves in the melt
prospect of spring
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the wind is singing
an age-old adage, while I
pick a white primrose
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dreams come like ghosts
a hare circles a meadow
it watches me frozen
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I almost levitate
in spring with the mayflies, ah
to be young again
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the gorse flowers
it's pointed yellow turrets
sing with honey bees