Winter Haiku | Chapter 19 | Broken

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snow-dipped evergreens —
even at my full height,
I'll never measure up

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whistling swans
beat wings through a pale moon's
fractured reflection

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a door slams
icicles crash down
on broken cement

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no sun
the grandfather clock ticks
behind its time

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gingerbread cutouts
with wide frosting smiles
'yes' men

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hollow acorns —
French teacher chooses
masculine nouns

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