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Lake Erie and Cleveland, Winter 2014, Sam Hubish<\/p><\/div>\n

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Winter Haiku<\/strong><\/p>\n

Against a white sky
\nsilhouettes of skeletons:
\nbarren winter trees<\/p>\n

November roses
\nthe last late blooms of summer–
\nwistful memories.<\/p>\n

(Mary replies:
\nThose wistful roses<\/em>
\n still blooming in November:<\/em>
\n I think they’re plastic<\/em>.)<\/p>\n

Against the blue sky
\ndusting of snow on branches
\nHarbinger of spring<\/p>\n

Winter city wind–
\nI walk past an iron grate
\nAh, the sudden warmth.<\/p>\n

bare winter branches
\nsnow paints the sky
\nin swirls of white<\/p>\n

A mat of snow on
\na hollow tree–
\nA pair of eyes look out.<\/p>\n

Smoke,
\na perfect corkscrew
\nReminds me of wine.<\/p>\n

Old leaves, new love
\nSo soon the winter snowfall
\nGood time to stay indoors.<\/p>\n

Frost on the window,
\nmy feet cold on wooden floors:
\nMemories of you.<\/p>\n

Winter evening
\nriver of lights flows slowly;
\nrain against windshield.<\/p>\n

In winter darkness
\nchristmas lights in red and blue
\nglitter on the snow<\/p>\n

Early morning
\na gust of cold air:
\nI dress beneath the quilt<\/p>\n

~\u00a0Geoffrey A. Landis<\/p>\n

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