November 18th 2017

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cloud,
····puddle, and the crow between—all one
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November 17th 2017

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late
····November—streetlights reflecting in empty
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Once more I feel as though I’m at wit’s end, having nothing to write, struggling and dissatisfied with the last several haiku. I continue to rewrite them. However, I admit to especially liking the November 13th haiku—among my very favorite. Cheek to cheek, composting, two old lovers. The beginnings of winter are everywhere. Out late last night, walking the back neighborhood of Randolph, Vermont. The yards were white under a thin crust of snow, so thin the blades of the grass still poked through.
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November 12th 2017

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Today I was twice startled by a circling moth, this though it was in the mid-twenties and the ice never thawed in the shadows. Just the heat of the sun, despite the cold air, was all the tiny heart needed to keep beating.
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frost
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November 11th 2017

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Another wintrish day in Vermont. The temperature never climbed above freezing. The pot of water out back in the field only stayed water for as long as the sun shone in it. I kept the wood stove burning through the afternoon. I wonder if I’ll put it out again or whether the cold is here to stay?
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icy
····chimneys—a dozen pillars of moonlight
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November 10th 2017

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icy
····as wind-chimes—the wind on the window-
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I came  very close to beginning winter season’s haiku this morning. We had a brief snow squall last night and the dust of snow has stuck to the grass all day; and all day the temperature’s have fallen such that some parts of Vermont are already in the teens and sub-zero. But I don’t think one winter’s visitation merits the end of autumn. Autumn still has a few days left. There are still green leaves in the shrubs and saplings that always seem to make the most of the last sunny days without a summer’s canopy above them.
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