Haiku Winding on

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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