Winter Haiku

The lingering smell

of skunk spills across the road,

defying the cold.

~

Bare limbs of winter

reach to the bluest of skies

on a sun-kissed day.

                  ~

The word has gone out –

it’s much warmer inside for

creatures one and all.

                                                                                                                     JDG

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