South Hill by Leonard M HawkesPuffing conscious breath
Swimming upward wintery air
Frozen wet nostrils
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Crunching crusted snow
Biting grinding bitter wind
Urgent dark fumble
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Icy tinkling keys
Rattling clattering chains
Pure scented water
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Whining wire's song
Red-white hissing highway rush
Distant coyote yap 01/04/2005
Author's Note: A monthly civic duty in haiku
Posted on 01/05/2005 Copyright © 2025 Leonard M Hawkes
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