fifty degree run
possibly it’s not winter?
will snow come again?

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winter ghosts through town
howling, swirling windswept snow
snowfall left as trick
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staring delighted
even at walking horses
in new morning snow
Basho
midnight wanderer
walking through the snowy street
echoing dog-bark
Shiki
In that cold darkness
my horse stumbled suddenly
just outside the house
Buson
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