Haiku from Warmer Days

Today, the first snow of the winter came whispering down. In cold weather, smells don’t carry as well. Winter brings with it a different kind of beauty made of solitude, clarity, and dreams in the dark. Here’s a moment from warmer days to dream of:

After dark in the park
the feathery larch
smells me her secrets

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