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A new day a new haiku
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A harsh hard winter Fading trees to leaves to mud A clean skeleton
The sullen grey sky Mutes gloomy shades of winter A subtle beauty
Even in these bleak Stone grey solemn winter days Hints of gold remain
When westerly winds Weave whiley winter weather Whither will we wend?
Distant teal tree lines In the winter our world fades Smoky bonfires rise