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A silver blanket
settles on Somerset fields
and contrails criss-cross
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by Scooj
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A silver blanket
settles on Somerset fields
and contrails criss-cross
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by Scooj
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Accumulation
of perfect cuboid crystals
Freezing point drama
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by Scooj
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A perfect circle
skimmed from a gardening trugg
smashed to smithereens
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by Scooj
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A proper winter
just how I remember it
frosty cold and dry
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by Scooj
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Autum’s crisp discards
laced with sugar frosting dust
winter has arrived
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by Scooj
Deathly cold darkness
adorns Autumn’s fallen leaves
with Winter’s halo
by Scooj
(originally posted in March 2015)
With huge apologies to those who have been with me on this journey for a while, this is the third time I have posted Haiku 3 but I haven’t yet been able to better it, and it speaks to me each year at this time.
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Morning light shimmers
on frosted pastures and fields
livestock statue-still.
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by Scooj
Where early frost lay
only damp traces remain
winter sunshine melt.
by Scooj
The winter sun peeps
over the cold horizon;
silver-dusted land.
by Scooj
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Bitterly cold morn,
frost-laden station; sitting
on Metro for warmth.
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by Scooj.
*the Metro is a free newspaper for commuters.