a winter morning haiku
coffee so dark and creamy
aquamarine sky
a lone crow cries out to me
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poppy seeds scatter to soil illusions shattered dead rose petals fall softly
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haiku on the cusp of the solstice
today at the lake winter is nigh, the trees bare the sun a cold gift
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