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the incisive December winds blow with lancet chill of the arctic cold through the snow-laden boughs of the defoliated trees, frozen long in dementia down to the roots, forget once they have been green, nesting the summer birds, all disappeared in some unknown verdant pastures beyond the misty horizon from where driving the drifting cloud clumps the northern zephyr comes whistling and playing in the winter flute the carol tunes implying Christmas is in the air where my mind that floats like the feathers of the departed far-away birds in the ether of joy, filling my heart’s cornucopia with the memorable moments of the happy times, I’ll share with you all, so from the edge of the fading year when the new sun will rise with our hearts filled with hope and bliss we shall embark on another journey on the garden path, at the end of which the splendor of dew shines on bronzed grass of meadow future green canvas December 14, 2019 Contest : December Or January Haibun Sponsor : Caren Krutsinger