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January 25 Haiku: Thin Snow, Alone at Last, Black Crow

blessed solitude
first set of tracks on the trail
corbins cry above

deep snow on the trail
spreads the ground under dark bark
winter. silence. here.

boardwalk through the marsh
our feet disturb the thin snow
moss and lichen bloom

ground crunches with frost
wind chills the hands right through gloves
but grass is still green

november picnic
climb the hill to the summit
and lay on the grass

sunlight on a house
wishing I knew how to paint
the palpable light

crawling in traffic
the sycamore whirlygigs
descend through sunlight

last leaves on the vines
russet and brown, dangling
above the garage

(give yourself permission to write bad poetry)

September colors
rusting along the highway
meridian changes

Menotomy lands
orange leaves upon a single tree
first sign of autumn

shrill drone of insects
green lawn dappled by sunlight
and wind in the leaves