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A new day a new haiku
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
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