I. II. III.
Now all that is left See the fallen leaves My cold hands, outstretched
Is seasonal confetti Hear them crack and crumble Become ghostly in the fog
Strewn across my path Winter's breath has come Stolen by the grey
Those are lovely - love haiku
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Thank you (for both the compliment and the spelling assistance. I really need to up my proofreading game!)
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