Sere leaves skate across
a canal's thin glassy ice;
winter solstice comes.
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4 comments:
I love cold, pure winter air...it has a taste all it's own.
Hi, C. Indeed it does. But it hasn't been that cold here, yet, so anything heavier than those leaves would probably fall through the ice....
And Fingers; hope you're okay....
What's in store for the coming year, Great Master?
:)
Fingers, good hear from you! What Great Master? Nuthin' like that here.
But I will be writing more haiku for a bit, and am thinking about a few longer pieces. But they're still... bubbling.
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