Haiku Winter Rolling on

Cold winter morning

Forsaken cars at the lot

Sparrows picking crumbs

A little boy’s drawing

Already frays at the folds

In dead granny’s purse

Brook’s filling again

But mountains keep their snow caps

There! Skylark’s soaring

Snow already gone

Snowdrops looking at the world

Where’s the romantic?

Scratching the windscreen

Cough, cough, cough into the dark

Days getting longer

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