moon dogs
the unexpectedness
of this moment
at dawn,
a mustang stallion
leads his mares
through the badlands . . .
I, too, am unbroken
life flows by
in a murmuration
of days . . .
my shape has changed,
but I still know who I am
Note: This issue contains the results of the 2017 British Haiku Society Awards (please see April 1, 2018 blog post for commentary).
rimed fence
the cattle and wind
change direction
Honourable Mention
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