mist rising from snow into warm air like the ghost of winter still moored.
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haiku 2.25.17
rainstorms exhale clouds that roll over mountains like smoke from wet lips.
haiku 2.4.17
northern shrike, hunting smaller birds. some flee, some freeze, all reject that death.
haiku 1.26.17
a single snowflake then a dozen, a million: mighty avalanche.
haiku 1.16.17
battalions of twigs standing stalwart, wreath'd in frost like smoke in sunlight.
the gumboot gumshoe 